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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2996 | 2020-12-28 00:14:48 | 110.98 | 99% |
| 1298 | 2018-12-05 03:07:02 | 94.97 | 98% |