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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6525 | 2019-08-22 20:22:33 | 80.26 | 97% |
3641 | 2018-08-08 08:46:50 | 75.36 | 97% |
3014 | 2018-07-26 20:32:22 | 66.56 | 96% |