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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4082 | 2021-12-13 14:00:45 | 102.92 | 98% |
| 3124 | 2021-09-04 14:19:30 | 80.13 | 98% |
| 456 | 2020-10-19 12:46:17 | 109.09 | 100% |