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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9964 | 2024-09-08 13:18:30 | 102.86 | 97.1% |
| 8462 | 2023-12-03 04:58:24 | 102.11 | 97.6% |
| 7909 | 2023-04-21 05:30:28 | 98.52 | 97% |