Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
---|---|---|---|
77653 | 2020-09-14 12:13:18 | 132.55 | 98% |
76837 | 2020-08-21 23:32:46 | 119.44 | 98% |
71722 | 2019-07-07 00:52:57 | 133.38 | 99% |
69140 | 2019-02-05 21:44:02 | 124.92 | 99% |
68941 | 2019-01-27 21:29:40 | 112.09 | 98% |
66195 | 2019-01-02 14:44:21 | 125.42 | 98% |
52595 | 2017-07-24 22:20:34 | 144.49 | 99% |
52574 | 2017-07-24 14:32:42 | 146.00 | 100% |
52368 | 2017-07-22 15:42:00 | 108.38 | 97% |
51296 | 2017-07-07 03:47:15 | 132.96 | 99% |
49922 | 2017-06-07 21:07:21 | 140.03 | 99% |
46863 | 2017-04-13 23:16:53 | 122.00 | 95% |
46804 | 2017-04-12 21:42:08 | 123.74 | 94% |
45658 | 2017-03-30 14:59:08 | 126.70 | 95% |
42560 | 2016-12-08 02:10:10 | 115.14 | 95% |
42495 | 2016-12-04 01:30:38 | 138.67 | 99% |
42367 | 2016-11-26 21:47:08 | 116.78 | 95% |
42253 | 2016-11-23 02:23:50 | 129.00 | 98% |