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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10956 | 2017-09-23 03:31:07 | 80.65 | 99% |
| 8089 | 2016-12-07 19:49:59 | 71.78 | 94% |
| 7433 | 2016-11-17 23:27:22 | 78.97 | 96% |
| 7309 | 2016-11-15 21:14:40 | 76.49 | 98% |