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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3620 | 2020-02-06 13:22:08 | 121.80 | 99% |
| 1957 | 2017-12-10 23:58:21 | 111.65 | 98% |