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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10583 | 2017-08-16 21:37:50 | 99.44 | 99% |
| 9935 | 2017-07-08 02:39:52 | 101.30 | 99% |
| 8506 | 2017-04-24 19:13:18 | 99.40 | 97% |
| 8187 | 2017-04-13 17:41:09 | 98.12 | 98% |
| 6260 | 2016-12-17 01:16:09 | 98.81 | 97% |
| 5023 | 2016-11-20 19:33:48 | 93.40 | 97% |
| 4816 | 2016-11-14 23:44:22 | 90.85 | 95% |