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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4665 | 2019-11-16 04:20:50 | 159.68 | 100% |
| 4073 | 2019-08-07 04:16:29 | 150.30 | 99% |
| 3918 | 2019-08-02 13:12:40 | 142.72 | 100% |
| 3696 | 2019-07-23 06:47:00 | 154.89 | 99% |