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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1272 | 2017-07-12 07:57:44 | 60.82 | 97% |
| 392 | 2017-06-27 11:24:35 | 46.88 | 94% |