Blore stood rigid - listening. He could hear sounds everywhere now, cracks, rustles, mysterious whispers - but his dogged, realistic brain knew them for what they were - the creations of his own heated imagination. And then suddenly he heard something that was not imagination. Footsteps, very soft, very cautious, but plainly audible to a man listening with all his ears as Blore was listening.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 41872 | 2024-03-26 01:13:13 | 105.67 | 98.6% |
| 37619 | 2024-01-20 23:41:19 | 97.34 | 97% |
| 35636 | 2023-11-29 15:57:30 | 104.70 | 97.5% |
| 34631 | 2023-11-19 03:46:45 | 85.71 | 95.7% |
| 32376 | 2023-10-23 04:34:57 | 96.42 | 96.7% |
| 30013 | 2023-10-01 14:25:52 | 97.74 | 97.2% |
| 27149 | 2023-08-30 05:57:26 | 87.67 | 97% |
| 25526 | 2023-08-18 22:47:49 | 105.63 | 98% |
| 24303 | 2023-08-02 05:52:01 | 97.70 | 97% |
| 13624 | 2023-04-16 09:33:22 | 91.05 | 98% |