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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2543 | 2019-05-23 01:03:52 | 77.11 | 96% |
| 1641 | 2018-12-12 17:07:01 | 80.54 | 96% |
| 951 | 2018-12-04 22:15:09 | 64.38 | 95% |
| 884 | 2018-12-03 19:10:42 | 69.56 | 96% |