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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3765 | 2018-05-15 18:59:27 | 128.97 | 97% |
| 3745 | 2018-05-14 04:20:12 | 139.46 | 98% |
| 2568 | 2018-03-11 05:50:00 | 147.70 | 100% |