Every pause in our talk was filled by the sound of deep, loud chanting coming from a tent hard by. Presently I went out to see them at their evening service. A big tent was full of men squatting around, the short twilight was fast darkening into night outside, and the interior of the tent was lit by two candles stuck in the necks of bottles. Except a couple of old men, they were all in the prime of life, and a splendidly strong-looking set of fellows they were. They sang, without any drawl or nasal intonation, straight out from their deep chests.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 46383 | 2019-12-09 03:48:11 | 90.42 | 98% |
| 43239 | 2019-08-21 05:42:09 | 92.39 | 99% |
| 37244 | 2019-02-28 00:37:46 | 88.76 | 98% |
| 27512 | 2018-12-10 10:02:48 | 97.95 | 98% |
| 26083 | 2018-12-01 01:37:09 | 80.95 | 97% |
| 19901 | 2018-09-22 22:18:41 | 77.57 | 98% |
| 19900 | 2018-09-22 22:16:59 | 75.94 | 98% |
| 19272 | 2018-09-08 23:44:58 | 77.75 | 98% |
| 19213 | 2018-09-07 04:08:24 | 76.90 | 97% |
| 18917 | 2018-08-30 05:06:51 | 68.99 | 96% |
| 11155 | 2018-03-30 02:26:50 | 68.63 | 97% |
| 10734 | 2018-03-23 00:16:19 | 76.36 | 98% |