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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1964 | 2018-12-24 00:18:31 | 68.27 | 97% |
| 867 | 2018-11-09 03:49:53 | 58.08 | 97% |