It was close upon four before the door opened, and a drunken-looking groom, ill-kempt and side-whiskered, with an inflamed face and disreputable clothes, walked into the room. Accustomed as I was to my friend's amazing powers in the use of disguises, I had to look three times before I was certain that it was indeed he. With a nod he vanished into the bedroom, whence he emerged in five minutes tweed-suited and respectable, as of old. Putting his hands into his pockets, he stretched out his legs in front of the fire and laughed heartily for some minutes.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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17856 | 2019-07-17 19:20:17 | 103.70 | 97% |
13341 | 2018-02-12 19:33:05 | 110.30 | 98% |
11355 | 2017-11-21 00:48:42 | 110.77 | 99% |