Every second he breathed, the smell of the grass, the cool air on his face, was so precious: To think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6847 | 2019-02-14 17:16:34 | 87.98 | 96% |
| 4158 | 2018-06-26 10:07:41 | 94.96 | 96% |
| 1598 | 2017-11-08 16:47:36 | 101.46 | 98% |