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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1907 | 2020-12-29 08:23:41 | 63.18 | 94% |
| 1399 | 2020-12-02 14:28:36 | 66.28 | 95% |
| 87 | 2020-10-11 13:51:39 | 68.16 | 93% |