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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 698 | 2020-03-12 15:01:55 | 74.15 | 97% |
| 577 | 2019-12-11 16:42:02 | 71.76 | 95% |
| 102 | 2019-10-05 18:22:12 | 83.38 | 98% |