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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 326 | 2019-07-28 08:20:27 | 97.02 | 99% |
| 289 | 2019-04-12 15:47:25 | 92.84 | 98% |