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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6055 | 2020-03-12 16:14:48 | 66.85 | 95% |
| 5381 | 2020-01-24 16:44:55 | 72.85 | 97% |
| 3921 | 2019-11-09 13:55:45 | 67.49 | 96% |
| 1873 | 2019-09-30 13:22:59 | 63.95 | 95% |
| 1753 | 2019-09-27 17:48:51 | 66.48 | 97% |