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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12300 | 2020-02-01 08:18:37 | 72.23 | 97% |
| 6433 | 2017-05-23 07:05:14 | 63.74 | 89% |
| 4820 | 2017-02-13 21:18:27 | 58.25 | 93% |
| 3967 | 2017-01-17 21:17:07 | 59.57 | 92% |
| 3877 | 2017-01-13 10:06:59 | 65.52 | 95% |
| 3465 | 2016-12-13 18:00:09 | 57.33 | 91% |