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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4215 | 2018-03-02 15:17:10 | 76.11 | 98% |
| 1773 | 2018-01-19 14:56:15 | 70.50 | 96% |
| 930 | 2017-12-26 22:22:01 | 69.33 | 98% |