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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 31182 | 2018-03-06 13:19:42 | 130.10 | 99% |
| 24574 | 2017-07-27 15:41:20 | 126.04 | 98% |
| 23489 | 2017-07-11 12:28:34 | 130.59 | 100% |
| 23207 | 2017-06-28 13:14:00 | 132.02 | 99% |
| 22803 | 2017-06-22 20:27:41 | 143.51 | 100% |
| 22458 | 2017-06-20 13:33:20 | 126.74 | 99% |
| 17959 | 2017-03-22 14:52:30 | 131.18 | 97% |
| 16438 | 2017-02-02 17:12:43 | 121.58 | 95% |
| 16357 | 2017-02-01 17:17:37 | 117.63 | 95% |
| 15081 | 2016-12-28 20:43:48 | 126.80 | 95% |
| 14801 | 2016-12-21 19:26:59 | 123.92 | 96% |
| 13955 | 2016-12-12 13:20:38 | 100.21 | 91% |
| 13579 | 2016-12-05 21:27:18 | 132.46 | 98% |
| 13494 | 2016-12-05 15:30:58 | 120.36 | 96% |