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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2720 | 2018-04-03 06:50:51 | 131.82 | 97% |
| 2443 | 2018-03-21 06:50:56 | 127.08 | 98% |
| 2291 | 2018-03-01 02:03:29 | 144.21 | 98% |