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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27122 | 2020-10-29 00:13:28 | 95.26 | 97% |
| 26948 | 2020-10-28 02:02:20 | 90.17 | 96% |
| 25160 | 2020-09-22 09:25:01 | 87.31 | 96% |
| 20238 | 2020-07-29 23:45:47 | 86.15 | 96% |
| 14637 | 2020-05-13 22:14:52 | 88.93 | 96% |
| 7335 | 2020-03-19 17:52:05 | 86.56 | 97% |
| 5513 | 2020-02-11 02:34:03 | 71.87 | 94% |
| 1038 | 2019-11-30 01:26:48 | 81.54 | 96% |