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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9463 | 2020-01-08 03:15:04 | 125.16 | 100% |
| 5937 | 2018-07-06 14:16:44 | 120.04 | 100% |
| 5188 | 2018-01-13 02:06:35 | 97.71 | 97% |