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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16977 | 2019-04-24 11:12:58 | 85.94 | 99% |
| 14499 | 2018-11-20 10:56:01 | 74.86 | 97% |
| 7110 | 2017-12-12 09:32:43 | 67.17 | 96% |
| 4230 | 2017-08-27 06:09:04 | 69.82 | 98% |