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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15121 | 2017-07-31 19:32:20 | 102.30 | 96% |
| 13742 | 2017-06-23 01:15:45 | 115.15 | 98% |
| 13490 | 2017-06-17 07:29:13 | 99.42 | 97% |
| 7823 | 2016-11-27 06:25:24 | 95.43 | 93% |