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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3776 | 2018-01-13 13:59:17 | 71.75 | 95% |
| 2962 | 2017-12-03 17:33:30 | 75.04 | 97% |
| 2717 | 2017-11-30 16:41:32 | 73.47 | 97% |
| 1851 | 2017-11-06 19:58:13 | 67.29 | 96% |