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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 272820 | 2023-05-25 21:21:22 | 146.55 | 99.3% |
| 272819 | 2023-05-25 21:20:41 | 136.60 | 98% |
| 272818 | 2023-05-25 21:19:03 | 137.38 | 97.7% |
| 272817 | 2023-05-25 21:18:16 | 140.81 | 98.8% |
| 272816 | 2023-05-25 21:16:26 | 140.94 | 98.2% |
| 272815 | 2023-05-25 21:15:00 | 101.24 | 95.5% |
| 272804 | 2023-05-25 21:04:08 | 154.04 | 99.1% |
| 272803 | 2023-05-25 21:02:42 | 134.68 | 98% |
| 272802 | 2023-05-25 21:01:04 | 142.78 | 98.8% |
| 269187 | 2023-04-20 03:09:20 | 135.49 | 98.4% |