Blore stood rigid - listening. He could hear sounds everywhere now, cracks, rustles, mysterious whispers - but his dogged, realistic brain knew them for what they were - the creations of his own heated imagination. And then suddenly he heard something that was not imagination. Footsteps, very soft, very cautious, but plainly audible to a man listening with all his ears as Blore was listening.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1563 | 2023-07-27 01:27:36 | 66.74 | 98% |
| 1095 | 2023-07-18 13:06:20 | 69.98 | 98% |
| 948 | 2023-07-18 02:32:36 | 67.81 | 97% |