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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3652 | 2021-03-04 07:28:47 | 101.65 | 97% |
| 3100 | 2021-03-02 10:38:21 | 103.27 | 99% |