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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 74 | 2023-08-28 00:58:28 | 69.27 | 99.2% |
| 65 | 2023-08-28 00:40:52 | 67.44 | 98.3% |
| 18 | 2023-08-27 14:39:45 | 60.18 | 96.1% |