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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1831 | 2018-09-26 07:14:33 | 105.21 | 99% |
| 1078 | 2018-04-06 06:43:48 | 102.70 | 99% |