It was close upon four before the door opened, and a drunken-looking groom, ill-kempt and side-whiskered, with an inflamed face and disreputable clothes, walked into the room. Accustomed as I was to my friend's amazing powers in the use of disguises, I had to look three times before I was certain that it was indeed he. With a nod he vanished into the bedroom, whence he emerged in five minutes tweed-suited and respectable, as of old. Putting his hands into his pockets, he stretched out his legs in front of the fire and laughed heartily for some minutes.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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30514 | 2020-11-02 13:18:22 | 86.76 | 98% |
27938 | 2019-09-25 19:14:40 | 88.45 | 98% |
23583 | 2018-09-24 21:14:32 | 86.59 | 98% |