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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 55021 | 2020-11-28 05:26:15 | 87.37 | 98% |
| 54512 | 2020-10-22 04:43:34 | 92.70 | 98% |
| 53576 | 2020-09-13 03:43:06 | 91.72 | 99% |
| 53009 | 2020-08-26 05:36:16 | 86.22 | 97% |
| 43297 | 2019-08-23 04:52:00 | 91.59 | 98% |
| 35197 | 2019-01-04 04:46:57 | 82.08 | 98% |
| 30384 | 2018-12-18 12:36:53 | 92.18 | 98% |
| 25608 | 2018-11-24 01:10:33 | 73.86 | 97% |
| 25505 | 2018-11-22 23:14:05 | 75.12 | 97% |
| 22289 | 2018-10-13 21:36:02 | 98.38 | 98% |
| 16542 | 2018-07-12 00:01:14 | 75.18 | 97% |
| 16261 | 2018-07-07 22:00:34 | 77.05 | 97% |
| 14397 | 2018-06-03 01:34:03 | 77.94 | 98% |
| 4735 | 2018-01-01 22:31:56 | 55.69 | 95% |