A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2871 | 2017-05-14 23:15:34 | 80.02 | 97% |
| 1407 | 2016-11-30 16:39:07 | 80.93 | 96% |
| 758 | 2016-10-27 14:15:39 | 55.26 | 90% |
| 661 | 2016-10-22 18:37:04 | 64.38 | 96% |
| 408 | 2016-10-16 17:36:23 | 64.05 | 96% |