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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26423 | 2020-08-19 19:16:08 | 113.04 | 98% |
| 21513 | 2018-11-19 17:56:24 | 115.97 | 98% |
| 18861 | 2018-08-14 13:24:21 | 105.26 | 97% |
| 17288 | 2018-05-29 17:37:38 | 98.58 | 97% |
| 16061 | 2018-04-27 20:21:55 | 106.30 | 97% |
| 12202 | 2018-01-29 16:54:08 | 93.39 | 97% |
| 10066 | 2017-11-13 17:46:14 | 102.91 | 98% |
| 9882 | 2017-11-08 13:30:24 | 108.56 | 98% |
| 7131 | 2017-09-26 14:29:14 | 102.13 | 97% |
| 5268 | 2017-08-14 14:17:31 | 86.45 | 95% |
| 4915 | 2017-08-04 14:09:56 | 105.36 | 97% |
| 3570 | 2017-07-12 18:56:04 | 98.92 | 97% |
| 3132 | 2017-06-28 15:44:36 | 101.00 | 97% |
| 560 | 2017-05-05 13:33:01 | 85.71 | 92% |
| 162 | 2017-03-31 14:57:34 | 80.81 | 91% |