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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 270 | 2018-09-27 20:08:52 | 105.62 | 96% |
| 195 | 2018-09-19 10:45:10 | 107.70 | 96% |