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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 41384 | 2023-10-28 04:48:11 | 119.56 | 97.8% |
| 39839 | 2023-07-20 10:26:45 | 122.25 | 98% |
| 38888 | 2023-06-22 12:30:43 | 113.90 | 96% |
| 37123 | 2023-05-17 02:30:20 | 123.97 | 97% |
| 35362 | 2023-05-03 09:36:27 | 128.69 | 97% |