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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21105 | 2020-03-15 08:03:21 | 82.04 | 97% |
| 20308 | 2020-02-25 02:45:26 | 80.75 | 98% |
| 15817 | 2018-11-21 09:23:29 | 82.00 | 97% |
| 15793 | 2018-11-20 16:10:00 | 80.38 | 97% |
| 15507 | 2018-11-09 21:57:29 | 75.02 | 96% |
| 6156 | 2017-09-07 08:05:48 | 75.51 | 97% |
| 4763 | 2017-07-20 05:52:07 | 72.68 | 97% |
| 3494 | 2017-03-29 10:42:38 | 71.70 | 97% |
| 3436 | 2017-03-28 09:25:10 | 67.39 | 94% |
| 2983 | 2017-03-22 15:37:38 | 67.07 | 93% |
| 2962 | 2017-03-22 15:06:29 | 66.06 | 93% |