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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2598 | 2021-10-12 11:53:10 | 59.56 | 92% |
| 2583 | 2021-10-10 17:56:40 | 74.92 | 95% |
| 274 | 2020-05-06 13:06:33 | 61.06 | 95% |