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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8575 | 2017-07-24 14:37:03 | 89.59 | 98% |
| 8382 | 2017-07-22 16:12:36 | 94.99 | 98% |