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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17315 | 2019-02-20 12:49:29 | 114.36 | 97% |
| 15965 | 2019-02-03 05:46:57 | 102.94 | 96% |
| 14956 | 2019-01-27 20:27:08 | 108.38 | 97% |
| 12221 | 2018-12-18 12:36:46 | 104.32 | 96% |
| 11831 | 2018-11-16 21:31:53 | 105.66 | 98% |
| 8511 | 2018-05-30 13:42:21 | 95.66 | 97% |
| 7634 | 2018-04-06 22:59:28 | 95.75 | 97% |