It was close upon four before the door opened, and a drunken-looking groom, ill-kempt and side-whiskered, with an inflamed face and disreputable clothes, walked into the room. Accustomed as I was to my friend's amazing powers in the use of disguises, I had to look three times before I was certain that it was indeed he. With a nod he vanished into the bedroom, whence he emerged in five minutes tweed-suited and respectable, as of old. Putting his hands into his pockets, he stretched out his legs in front of the fire and laughed heartily for some minutes.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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40681 | 2020-03-15 13:29:48 | 63.89 | 99% |
37641 | 2019-10-25 15:18:50 | 64.93 | 99% |
26453 | 2018-04-01 10:46:22 | 57.76 | 97% |