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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5195 | 2019-05-16 18:39:05 | 83.07 | 95% |
| 3321 | 2017-08-15 10:03:40 | 67.84 | 97% |