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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 67942 | 2020-07-15 18:43:28 | 102.39 | 98% |
| 67563 | 2020-07-07 12:25:22 | 92.18 | 96% |
| 65886 | 2020-05-20 15:59:41 | 101.13 | 98% |
| 62938 | 2018-01-04 15:45:07 | 99.28 | 98% |
| 61736 | 2017-09-23 16:44:29 | 106.42 | 98% |
| 57944 | 2017-05-11 22:25:13 | 99.48 | 95% |
| 56989 | 2017-04-20 15:55:58 | 107.09 | 98% |
| 52681 | 2017-01-04 00:16:35 | 103.85 | 94% |
| 52587 | 2016-12-29 14:39:21 | 94.80 | 93% |
| 52452 | 2016-12-21 20:36:58 | 93.04 | 91% |
| 51833 | 2016-11-30 14:42:04 | 102.61 | 95% |
| 51295 | 2016-11-14 20:57:55 | 96.02 | 93% |