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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2638 | 2017-12-16 02:21:25 | 65.79 | 95% |
| 1998 | 2017-11-10 19:55:06 | 55.73 | 93% |