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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2570 | 2021-11-11 05:56:46 | 149.63 | 99% |
| 276 | 2020-10-08 19:54:05 | 117.86 | 97% |
| 186 | 2020-10-06 19:33:39 | 117.75 | 98% |