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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3144 | 2021-05-17 02:05:01 | 120.85 | 99% |
| 1724 | 2021-03-21 02:13:54 | 104.14 | 99% |
| 107 | 2019-12-08 06:53:59 | 89.24 | 99% |