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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 557 | 2019-10-29 07:47:13 | 138.98 | 99% |
| 372 | 2018-09-28 11:15:31 | 101.74 | 96% |
| 37 | 2018-07-10 09:57:52 | 93.16 | 97% |