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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5092 | 2025-01-29 00:44:45 | 125.12 | 99.1% |
| 2679 | 2021-02-16 21:33:55 | 93.13 | 97.8% |
| 1754 | 2021-01-21 18:43:39 | 94.52 | 99% |