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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9046 | 2019-09-12 19:44:52 | 97.96 | 99% |
| 6731 | 2017-04-24 18:23:12 | 92.25 | 100% |
| 4270 | 2016-12-22 16:39:26 | 82.69 | 97% |
| 3749 | 2016-12-12 17:34:12 | 88.03 | 98% |
| 3231 | 2016-11-30 16:36:29 | 81.57 | 98% |
| 3201 | 2016-11-28 23:37:21 | 77.06 | 96% |