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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4837 | 2018-07-14 15:39:06 | 85.89 | 98% |
| 4314 | 2018-06-19 09:20:06 | 68.78 | 96% |
| 3118 | 2018-04-09 07:02:11 | 81.47 | 97% |
| 2572 | 2018-01-10 02:16:45 | 65.37 | 96% |
| 1109 | 2017-09-06 03:09:20 | 69.84 | 97% |