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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10498 | 2018-01-29 01:45:51 | 96.92 | 96% |
| 9604 | 2017-12-22 04:48:38 | 101.17 | 98% |
| 6656 | 2017-07-08 02:39:55 | 95.89 | 98% |
| 6051 | 2017-06-11 13:14:30 | 97.53 | 98% |
| 3576 | 2017-02-17 03:45:52 | 97.11 | 96% |
| 649 | 2017-01-06 16:19:14 | 94.68 | 97% |
| 465 | 2017-01-03 20:10:38 | 94.94 | 98% |