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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7277 | 2018-02-27 05:50:45 | 104.47 | 97% |
| 4010 | 2017-12-14 02:48:42 | 100.94 | 97% |
| 1723 | 2017-10-19 03:51:21 | 92.05 | 97% |
| 1310 | 2017-10-17 01:14:39 | 93.96 | 98% |