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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19553 | 2018-03-02 06:04:10 | 66.86 | 97% |
| 15268 | 2018-01-01 05:23:59 | 67.26 | 98% |
| 10445 | 2017-05-20 13:03:41 | 70.26 | 97% |
| 9977 | 2017-05-19 02:42:51 | 70.91 | 99% |
| 9099 | 2017-05-13 05:36:54 | 63.19 | 95% |
| 9010 | 2017-05-13 04:02:14 | 67.97 | 95% |
| 8130 | 2017-05-04 04:34:47 | 61.96 | 92% |
| 5010 | 2017-02-13 06:19:48 | 48.26 | 92% |
| 849 | 2017-01-19 08:01:33 | 54.13 | 90% |