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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2180 | 2018-01-02 08:17:15 | 158.07 | 98% |
| 626 | 2017-12-14 00:35:29 | 154.38 | 97% |
| 361 | 2017-12-11 06:28:59 | 155.53 | 97% |
| 164 | 2017-12-08 07:17:36 | 160.19 | 98% |