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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 923 | 2019-08-19 09:45:51 | 77.33 | 98% |
| 219 | 2019-04-02 16:08:00 | 84.69 | 98% |