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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 33066 | 2024-06-23 18:58:27 | 97.37 | 95.6% |
| 32466 | 2024-05-15 21:43:35 | 93.86 | 93.9% |
| 26527 | 2023-09-16 00:15:38 | 100.74 | 97.3% |
| 23773 | 2023-07-08 02:21:28 | 92.96 | 96.1% |