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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13562 | 2019-11-25 08:14:20 | 59.16 | 95% |
| 13010 | 2019-10-25 11:31:54 | 68.83 | 95% |
| 1975 | 2018-06-18 17:13:21 | 53.55 | 95% |
| 1480 | 2018-06-07 13:12:11 | 58.51 | 97% |