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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4034 | 2024-03-30 22:00:23 | 139.85 | 98.7% |
| 2590 | 2018-08-11 18:00:47 | 135.05 | 100% |