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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 59558 | 2020-08-10 10:04:15 | 127.27 | 98% |
| 57155 | 2020-07-28 03:04:49 | 128.22 | 98% |
| 38511 | 2020-04-23 03:52:03 | 114.52 | 97% |
| 34849 | 2020-04-01 22:04:18 | 105.79 | 97% |
| 33094 | 2020-03-22 23:03:22 | 133.43 | 99% |
| 32464 | 2020-03-15 03:54:13 | 113.69 | 97% |
| 29022 | 2020-02-08 02:43:41 | 117.96 | 98% |
| 24446 | 2019-12-15 15:49:08 | 114.00 | 97% |
| 22204 | 2019-11-23 11:01:29 | 113.07 | 98% |
| 16799 | 2019-09-17 13:12:30 | 129.00 | 99% |
| 12133 | 2019-07-20 09:50:50 | 102.73 | 97% |
| 5567 | 2019-04-09 02:22:49 | 101.19 | 96% |
| 5533 | 2019-04-07 10:15:50 | 113.94 | 99% |
| 3698 | 2019-02-03 05:46:58 | 101.37 | 97% |
| 3239 | 2019-01-13 02:14:59 | 90.68 | 97% |