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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3458 | 2021-08-19 08:49:01 | 160.91 | 96% |
| 1930 | 2021-07-05 08:18:22 | 158.39 | 97% |
| 1824 | 2021-07-04 09:37:17 | 191.49 | 98% |
| 182 | 2021-06-17 20:18:10 | 180.28 | 98% |