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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 42429 | 2020-08-07 21:15:18 | 68.46 | 99% |
| 38093 | 2019-11-16 15:29:53 | 66.47 | 99% |
| 37199 | 2019-10-04 15:10:07 | 65.22 | 98% |
| 36523 | 2019-08-28 22:48:42 | 65.25 | 98% |
| 24233 | 2017-08-20 15:12:30 | 68.37 | 99% |
| 23874 | 2017-07-06 16:13:38 | 68.50 | 99% |