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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2087 | 2019-01-06 02:07:39 | 84.29 | 98% |
| 135 | 2018-02-09 01:53:28 | 56.37 | 97% |