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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 201 | 2018-04-24 19:07:33 | 65.23 | 97% |
| 173 | 2018-04-21 13:17:32 | 62.59 | 99% |