Blore stood rigid - listening. He could hear sounds everywhere now, cracks, rustles, mysterious whispers - but his dogged, realistic brain knew them for what they were - the creations of his own heated imagination. And then suddenly he heard something that was not imagination. Footsteps, very soft, very cautious, but plainly audible to a man listening with all his ears as Blore was listening.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7787 | 2024-02-17 01:48:55 | 112.89 | 98% |
| 7148 | 2023-12-22 23:58:02 | 99.01 | 96.9% |
| 6536 | 2023-12-03 05:54:10 | 107.83 | 97.5% |