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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3763 | 2020-05-27 10:14:36 | 84.54 | 98% |
| 2297 | 2019-01-21 03:30:00 | 87.96 | 98% |
| 2229 | 2019-01-13 15:50:05 | 81.86 | 96% |