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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10272 | 2020-07-12 15:49:56 | 90.57 | 96% |
| 9072 | 2020-01-14 18:38:12 | 91.39 | 97% |
| 6470 | 2018-11-08 00:43:13 | 84.02 | 96% |
| 6167 | 2018-10-15 00:56:19 | 95.29 | 97% |
| 5705 | 2018-09-17 00:54:08 | 99.83 | 98% |