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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 218 | 2019-12-11 11:10:04 | 105.42 | 98% |
| 32 | 2019-09-18 07:17:15 | 100.19 | 98% |