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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21632 | 2019-05-31 02:49:00 | 167.25 | 99% |
| 19948 | 2019-02-03 04:44:58 | 155.17 | 98.5% |
| 8822 | 2017-12-28 06:52:43 | 126.48 | 97% |
| 1777 | 2017-07-03 00:40:05 | 110.74 | 96% |
| 253 | 2016-12-01 04:33:18 | 92.47 | 90% |