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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22102 | 2018-03-29 23:59:12 | 98.96 | 98% |
| 16045 | 2017-11-12 21:41:44 | 91.58 | 97% |
| 15367 | 2017-11-09 05:48:23 | 83.74 | 97% |
| 8429 | 2016-12-21 22:18:25 | 83.57 | 93% |
| 7907 | 2016-11-25 04:37:20 | 85.49 | 94% |
| 7844 | 2016-11-24 06:24:30 | 79.95 | 93% |
| 7513 | 2016-11-19 00:13:03 | 90.50 | 95% |
| 6916 | 2016-11-12 22:14:50 | 104.66 | 97% |