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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4051 | 2022-03-19 21:41:16 | 117.41 | 99% |
| 2598 | 2021-04-10 17:33:09 | 102.39 | 97% |
| 2199 | 2021-03-04 19:59:43 | 101.55 | 97% |