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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12072 | 2019-08-23 19:20:05 | 99.25 | 98% |
| 11408 | 2018-05-10 03:57:32 | 100.10 | 98% |
| 11234 | 2018-04-15 14:53:12 | 103.28 | 98% |
| 10307 | 2017-07-12 16:01:17 | 95.26 | 98% |