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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10469 | 2021-07-08 15:48:49 | 51.80 | 97% |
| 3125 | 2018-04-10 16:25:58 | 34.18 | 98% |
| 2990 | 2018-04-07 22:41:36 | 32.28 | 96% |