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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2101 | 2017-12-12 20:19:58 | 69.56 | 97% |
| 1656 | 2017-11-14 19:40:28 | 78.00 | 98% |