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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7462 | 2025-03-05 02:15:14 | 120.32 | 96.7% |
| 6061 | 2023-08-14 02:09:57 | 110.04 | 95.3% |
| 2694 | 2020-07-10 05:51:52 | 100.27 | 95% |