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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16889 | 2020-07-10 07:05:59 | 117.51 | 98% |
| 15517 | 2020-07-04 20:38:23 | 111.27 | 97% |
| 13608 | 2020-04-18 01:22:05 | 99.18 | 96% |
| 10125 | 2020-03-03 07:02:47 | 95.74 | 96% |
| 9249 | 2020-02-18 02:56:10 | 88.87 | 97% |
| 736 | 2019-02-25 06:00:00 | 83.38 | 96% |