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 |
---|---|---|---|
6530 | 2018-06-23 21:09:07 | 75.94 | 97% |
6287 | 2018-06-13 12:21:58 | 73.14 | 97% |
2869 | 2017-12-02 21:01:59 | 61.77 | 96% |
2663 | 2017-11-29 19:27:49 | 67.35 | 96% |
2368 | 2017-11-24 18:26:31 | 64.24 | 95% |