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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7980 | 2019-05-25 06:02:17 | 102.26 | 99% |
| 6560 | 2018-05-12 10:44:31 | 99.83 | 98% |
| 6453 | 2018-05-10 09:39:58 | 88.29 | 98% |