It was close upon four before the door opened, and a drunken-looking groom, ill-kempt and side-whiskered, with an inflamed face and disreputable clothes, walked into the room. Accustomed as I was to my friend's amazing powers in the use of disguises, I had to look three times before I was certain that it was indeed he. With a nod he vanished into the bedroom, whence he emerged in five minutes tweed-suited and respectable, as of old. Putting his hands into his pockets, he stretched out his legs in front of the fire and laughed heartily for some minutes.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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7594 | 2020-04-20 12:35:29 | 112.12 | 99% |
5316 | 2019-07-08 10:09:17 | 104.70 | 98% |
3353 | 2019-06-16 17:40:44 | 107.52 | 99% |