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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20946 | 2019-06-12 17:39:02 | 97.53 | 99% |
| 15108 | 2017-04-14 04:47:23 | 83.84 | 95% |
| 13174 | 2016-12-22 20:31:53 | 94.99 | 96% |
| 13042 | 2016-11-27 00:58:20 | 84.79 | 94% |