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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3008 | 2021-07-19 11:39:25 | 59.46 | 95% |
| 2676 | 2021-07-03 15:12:56 | 82.52 | 100% |
| 2302 | 2020-09-12 17:29:34 | 69.57 | 97% |