It was close upon four before the door opened, and a drunken-looking groom, ill-kempt and side-whiskered, with an inflamed face and disreputable clothes, walked into the room. Accustomed as I was to my friend's amazing powers in the use of disguises, I had to look three times before I was certain that it was indeed he. With a nod he vanished into the bedroom, whence he emerged in five minutes tweed-suited and respectable, as of old. Putting his hands into his pockets, he stretched out his legs in front of the fire and laughed heartily for some minutes.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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20513 | 2018-03-07 10:45:37 | 71.40 | 97% |
19467 | 2018-03-01 11:48:11 | 72.54 | 99% |
19387 | 2018-02-27 04:00:47 | 64.80 | 97% |