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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 30675 | 2019-09-22 06:09:51 | 70.89 | 97% |
| 29191 | 2019-07-22 23:12:42 | 75.19 | 97% |
| 26024 | 2019-02-28 22:05:05 | 55.29 | 95% |
| 24697 | 2019-02-05 19:29:55 | 60.50 | 96% |
| 24309 | 2019-01-29 16:10:13 | 56.57 | 94% |
| 11945 | 2018-04-09 04:51:41 | 55.95 | 94% |