Blore stood rigid - listening. He could hear sounds everywhere now, cracks, rustles, mysterious whispers - but his dogged, realistic brain knew them for what they were - the creations of his own heated imagination. And then suddenly he heard something that was not imagination. Footsteps, very soft, very cautious, but plainly audible to a man listening with all his ears as Blore was listening.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 192063 | 2024-04-26 06:57:02 | 101.36 | 97.1% |
| 189852 | 2024-03-29 06:13:14 | 114.01 | 98.1% |
| 181246 | 2024-01-12 05:50:43 | 108.26 | 98.8% |
| 176256 | 2023-11-27 23:25:37 | 99.07 | 98.2% |
| 170504 | 2023-09-19 22:43:32 | 99.93 | 97% |
| 168540 | 2023-08-18 22:47:50 | 103.50 | 98% |
| 166590 | 2023-07-22 00:36:33 | 102.56 | 97% |