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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2875 | 2021-07-21 02:49:12 | 114.44 | 97% |
| 2715 | 2021-07-17 05:00:44 | 123.32 | 99% |
| 2091 | 2018-04-20 10:15:19 | 97.87 | 97% |