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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 104852 | 2023-09-26 23:06:45 | 103.18 | 96.7% |
| 104584 | 2023-09-21 16:54:32 | 107.77 | 98.1% |
| 102029 | 2023-07-07 20:51:48 | 109.69 | 99% |