It was close upon four before the door opened, and a drunken-looking groom, ill-kempt and side-whiskered, with an inflamed face and disreputable clothes, walked into the room. Accustomed as I was to my friend's amazing powers in the use of disguises, I had to look three times before I was certain that it was indeed he. With a nod he vanished into the bedroom, whence he emerged in five minutes tweed-suited and respectable, as of old. Putting his hands into his pockets, he stretched out his legs in front of the fire and laughed heartily for some minutes.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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8986 | 2020-08-12 16:49:57 | 89.80 | 96% |
5557 | 2020-06-08 00:38:24 | 99.67 | 97% |
2239 | 2020-02-25 05:17:25 | 98.09 | 97% |