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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 583 | 2017-07-28 08:53:54 | 75.44 | 98% |
| 321 | 2017-07-17 06:39:25 | 67.39 | 96% |
| 120 | 2017-07-06 12:16:55 | 70.42 | 99% |