He paused for a moment at the top of the steps. On the opposite side of the alley there was a dingy little pub whose windows appeared to be frosted over but in reality were merely coated with dust. A very old man, bent but active, with white moustaches that bristled forward like those of a prawn, pushed open the swing door and went in.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 72 | 2019-02-16 04:09:27 | 168.70 | 98% |