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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12370 | 2021-08-27 19:27:04 | 114.86 | 98% |
| 8348 | 2020-06-24 09:29:09 | 120.28 | 98% |
| 973 | 2019-02-03 16:38:51 | 97.53 | 97% |