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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17880 | 2019-12-09 21:30:16 | 168.15 | 99% |
| 17289 | 2019-08-18 16:39:47 | 148.24 | 97% |
| 16758 | 2019-07-22 00:23:36 | 153.80 | 97% |
| 2856 | 2018-09-28 23:41:51 | 163.89 | 98% |