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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1750 | 2020-01-23 12:34:35 | 52.26 | 96% |
| 777 | 2017-08-31 17:31:21 | 56.91 | 97% |