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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20163 | 2024-07-20 18:35:11 | 146.06 | 98.6% |
| 19931 | 2024-07-13 13:59:43 | 151.30 | 99.3% |
| 15239 | 2024-05-20 17:03:08 | 139.86 | 98.1% |
| 11137 | 2024-04-01 14:34:07 | 146.28 | 99% |
| 9273 | 2024-03-09 00:25:48 | 116.68 | 98.1% |
| 6875 | 2024-02-21 03:58:47 | 125.31 | 98% |
| 5048 | 2024-02-11 22:52:06 | 145.54 | 99.8% |