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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15805 | 2018-06-10 09:13:46 | 157.12 | 99% |
| 12176 | 2018-04-01 01:19:26 | 143.90 | 99% |
| 12147 | 2018-03-30 09:32:47 | 131.29 | 99% |
| 11981 | 2018-03-22 09:22:46 | 154.80 | 99% |
| 6646 | 2017-11-02 07:45:13 | 131.20 | 99% |
| 2510 | 2017-09-01 13:35:35 | 136.39 | 98% |
| 640 | 2017-06-17 07:28:55 | 142.14 | 100% |