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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 45432 | 2024-09-10 13:36:55 | 134.19 | 97.6% |
| 43019 | 2024-08-12 06:33:01 | 136.28 | 97.3% |
| 42150 | 2024-08-03 01:03:21 | 140.76 | 97.8% |
| 38950 | 2024-07-14 07:20:57 | 143.73 | 98% |
| 37629 | 2024-06-26 06:26:05 | 145.99 | 97.8% |
| 36863 | 2024-06-12 08:37:20 | 141.53 | 98.6% |
| 32137 | 2024-03-30 08:34:44 | 141.33 | 98% |
| 29831 | 2024-03-03 05:53:37 | 127.84 | 97.8% |
| 23932 | 2023-11-19 10:59:10 | 143.68 | 97.6% |
| 23569 | 2023-11-16 07:30:33 | 127.40 | 97.1% |
| 23045 | 2023-11-13 06:22:05 | 145.78 | 98.6% |
| 18374 | 2023-10-04 15:31:43 | 138.32 | 98.2% |
| 15064 | 2023-08-14 08:47:50 | 126.04 | 96.9% |
| 9677 | 2023-05-06 14:49:42 | 127.05 | 98% |
| 8885 | 2023-04-22 14:00:53 | 139.69 | 98% |