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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 34251 | 2019-12-07 19:37:17 | 68.41 | 96% |
| 30945 | 2019-08-09 12:32:25 | 70.99 | 97% |
| 30832 | 2019-08-08 03:50:25 | 61.26 | 96% |
| 24515 | 2019-05-18 16:34:47 | 66.22 | 96% |
| 22811 | 2019-04-23 03:34:26 | 71.32 | 96% |
| 20071 | 2019-03-09 12:08:02 | 65.05 | 97% |
| 19243 | 2019-02-19 07:46:09 | 61.15 | 97% |
| 14338 | 2018-12-19 11:19:55 | 56.39 | 96% |
| 12861 | 2018-11-19 09:11:44 | 51.18 | 95% |
| 8140 | 2018-05-27 21:11:15 | 49.92 | 96% |