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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8107 | 2024-03-02 02:38:18 | 111.61 | 97.7% |
| 5797 | 2022-08-18 09:25:33 | 95.92 | 97% |
| 5462 | 2022-08-04 07:11:28 | 92.52 | 98% |
| 3425 | 2021-02-17 14:39:04 | 98.12 | 99.1% |