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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 396 | 2020-12-13 13:46:18 | 43.26 | 94% |
| 341 | 2020-11-03 02:36:25 | 49.27 | 96% |
| 318 | 2020-10-18 14:32:16 | 43.91 | 95% |