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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9272 | 2021-10-20 05:54:35 | 141.06 | 99% |
| 9271 | 2021-10-20 05:53:36 | 139.08 | 98% |
| 9270 | 2021-10-20 05:52:42 | 131.02 | 98% |
| 124 | 2017-07-20 03:56:15 | 104.95 | 98% |