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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10366 | 2023-08-16 04:17:16 | 87.32 | 95% |
| 8852 | 2023-06-01 12:15:08 | 89.24 | 94% |
| 8521 | 2023-05-24 11:16:42 | 92.16 | 96% |