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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29964 | 2019-08-30 12:20:57 | 153.90 | 99% |
| 23169 | 2019-05-07 22:15:44 | 138.00 | 98% |
| 21592 | 2019-04-17 10:14:05 | 139.79 | 99% |
| 19988 | 2019-03-31 13:19:28 | 139.46 | 98% |
| 18132 | 2019-03-21 16:36:50 | 138.80 | 98% |
| 18047 | 2019-03-21 12:39:15 | 138.61 | 99% |
| 12910 | 2019-02-01 15:19:39 | 132.08 | 97% |
| 11359 | 2019-01-17 20:09:09 | 137.50 | 98% |
| 9282 | 2019-01-02 14:44:14 | 144.71 | 99% |
| 7374 | 2018-12-12 14:42:45 | 143.42 | 99% |
| 6516 | 2018-11-28 20:45:59 | 142.96 | 99% |
| 4693 | 2018-11-08 23:01:13 | 127.22 | 98% |
| 1816 | 2018-08-20 11:55:19 | 124.35 | 98% |
| 665 | 2018-04-21 16:34:39 | 133.99 | 99% |