Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 40501 | 2020-03-15 03:54:22 | 97.80 | 99% |
| 37871 | 2020-02-04 03:51:57 | 95.28 | 99% |
| 19673 | 2019-05-06 03:29:23 | 79.12 | 98% |
| 10532 | 2018-07-13 04:13:42 | 77.20 | 98% |
| 8661 | 2018-06-17 04:13:35 | 74.68 | 97% |
| 5792 | 2018-05-01 02:54:22 | 85.43 | 98% |