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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4177 | 2021-06-10 00:56:54 | 114.56 | 99% |
| 3854 | 2021-05-24 17:47:58 | 88.90 | 98% |
| 999 | 2020-08-18 15:08:21 | 92.63 | 97% |