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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 42715 | 2020-11-06 10:59:59 | 86.82 | 98% |
| 35256 | 2020-06-15 06:37:00 | 80.88 | 98% |
| 34308 | 2020-06-02 09:11:34 | 72.57 | 98% |
| 29978 | 2020-03-13 11:19:27 | 101.05 | 99% |
| 29558 | 2020-03-09 17:06:24 | 97.60 | 98% |
| 21815 | 2019-11-18 13:58:28 | 94.76 | 98% |
| 16700 | 2019-07-18 16:20:33 | 73.45 | 97% |
| 4165 | 2019-01-17 15:00:02 | 79.82 | 98% |
| 3160 | 2018-12-30 14:52:08 | 70.98 | 95% |