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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1561 | 2017-08-01 13:56:05 | 116.60 | 100% |
| 1424 | 2017-07-27 21:11:40 | 110.50 | 99% |
| 1028 | 2017-07-20 18:13:43 | 116.39 | 100% |
| 693 | 2017-07-13 19:46:39 | 108.02 | 99% |