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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 106797 | 2019-06-23 23:41:05 | 152.85 | 99% |
| 106796 | 2019-06-23 23:39:31 | 148.01 | 98% |
| 106795 | 2019-06-23 22:26:37 | 147.79 | 99% |
| 105840 | 2018-10-09 19:03:07 | 144.33 | 99% |
| 105799 | 2018-09-17 20:20:52 | 133.76 | 98% |
| 103755 | 2017-12-02 19:41:41 | 134.47 | 98% |
| 99183 | 2017-04-29 20:23:44 | 125.27 | 94% |
| 97023 | 2017-04-14 12:08:07 | 124.11 | 97% |
| 97022 | 2017-04-14 11:49:58 | 111.04 | 96% |
| 95315 | 2017-01-18 14:23:28 | 100.70 | 90% |