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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2783 | 2021-03-27 15:14:13 | 99.92 | 98% |
| 2645 | 2021-03-11 15:47:55 | 88.31 | 96% |
| 817 | 2020-07-02 18:26:09 | 96.79 | 97% |