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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6075 | 2024-03-19 18:20:04 | 129.12 | 98.2% |
| 4447 | 2019-11-06 12:31:42 | 122.51 | 98% |
| 3601 | 2019-07-08 15:15:22 | 109.38 | 97% |
| 1497 | 2018-11-29 21:36:08 | 99.95 | 97% |
| 699 | 2018-10-24 17:47:54 | 110.68 | 97% |