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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9532 | 2023-05-21 03:30:10 | 155.34 | 98% |
| 8740 | 2023-04-25 22:03:36 | 143.90 | 97% |
| 3740 | 2018-09-12 23:44:21 | 126.74 | 97% |