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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14946 | 2023-04-01 17:53:38 | 109.31 | 96% |
| 12321 | 2017-07-30 10:43:36 | 111.90 | 97% |
| 11907 | 2017-07-02 14:41:45 | 116.50 | 97% |