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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2404 | 2023-01-06 19:10:38 | 175.11 | 97% |
| 1625 | 2021-06-08 17:05:31 | 181.11 | 99% |
| 575 | 2021-04-22 21:32:59 | 170.84 | 98% |