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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1815 | 2021-02-07 00:47:53 | 95.21 | 98.2% |
| 1255 | 2021-01-20 23:34:20 | 96.63 | 99% |