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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4737 | 2019-09-25 08:55:59 | 79.91 | 95% |
| 1328 | 2017-08-17 13:21:56 | 69.45 | 98% |
| 1207 | 2017-08-12 11:32:22 | 69.63 | 98% |
| 801 | 2017-08-01 04:51:26 | 68.93 | 97% |