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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 37779 | 2020-11-25 19:47:27 | 70.92 | 98% |
| 37474 | 2020-11-21 09:31:18 | 77.41 | 99% |
| 36324 | 2020-11-06 11:00:10 | 74.52 | 98% |
| 33708 | 2020-10-15 14:03:00 | 64.32 | 98% |
| 28361 | 2020-07-04 16:43:06 | 84.23 | 98% |
| 24647 | 2019-05-13 01:03:37 | 85.10 | 98% |
| 20921 | 2019-02-08 07:06:02 | 74.41 | 97% |
| 17402 | 2018-11-18 19:45:46 | 77.01 | 98% |