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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1423 | 2017-10-03 19:33:34 | 82.05 | 98% |
| 1368 | 2017-09-12 04:53:47 | 83.77 | 98% |