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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 66229 | 2024-01-29 20:03:40 | 73.33 | 96.6% |
| 55912 | 2023-06-17 15:43:43 | 81.15 | 98% |
| 55613 | 2023-06-11 08:36:39 | 79.42 | 98% |
| 55165 | 2023-06-04 16:19:40 | 80.60 | 99% |
| 54746 | 2023-05-28 09:53:57 | 85.69 | 99% |