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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9514 | 2020-08-15 06:06:42 | 109.78 | 98% |
| 8298 | 2018-08-22 05:31:11 | 97.77 | 98% |
| 8071 | 2018-05-28 16:07:30 | 110.74 | 98% |