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 |
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66756 | 2024-01-20 20:31:15 | 109.78 | 97.9% |
66137 | 2024-01-12 05:50:39 | 120.54 | 99.7% |