Blore stood rigid - listening. He could hear sounds everywhere now, cracks, rustles, mysterious whispers - but his dogged, realistic brain knew them for what they were - the creations of his own heated imagination. And then suddenly he heard something that was not imagination. Footsteps, very soft, very cautious, but plainly audible to a man listening with all his ears as Blore was listening.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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2661 | 2023-06-22 11:36:37 | 68.20 | 95% |
1289 | 2023-05-15 13:13:28 | 60.78 | 94% |