Blore stood rigid - listening. He could hear sounds everywhere now, cracks, rustles, mysterious whispers - but his dogged, realistic brain knew them for what they were - the creations of his own heated imagination. And then suddenly he heard something that was not imagination. Footsteps, very soft, very cautious, but plainly audible to a man listening with all his ears as Blore was listening.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 144222 | 2024-04-08 16:49:02 | 106.83 | 96.4% |
| 140162 | 2024-02-28 18:42:55 | 111.78 | 96.8% |
| 138099 | 2024-02-16 01:07:07 | 129.86 | 98.4% |
| 130282 | 2023-12-12 18:54:51 | 122.44 | 97.9% |
| 125679 | 2023-11-18 04:43:05 | 108.97 | 97.1% |
| 121352 | 2023-10-26 21:02:45 | 111.72 | 97% |
| 111048 | 2023-08-18 00:44:22 | 125.91 | 97% |
| 110814 | 2023-08-17 17:49:22 | 100.95 | 96% |
| 110568 | 2023-08-16 04:17:05 | 110.97 | 97% |
| 110164 | 2023-08-11 05:53:27 | 122.24 | 99% |
| 110144 | 2023-08-11 05:41:03 | 123.26 | 99% |
| 106367 | 2023-06-10 19:31:43 | 104.78 | 96% |
| 104498 | 2023-05-21 05:06:25 | 97.06 | 96% |
| 102445 | 2023-05-15 01:00:45 | 89.57 | 96% |
| 99566 | 2023-04-29 18:42:43 | 89.51 | 96% |