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 |
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22129 | 2017-08-01 13:13:48 | 105.11 | 97% |
20413 | 2017-07-21 04:06:27 | 109.87 | 98% |
20103 | 2017-07-09 09:39:48 | 101.42 | 97% |
19649 | 2017-07-06 08:31:26 | 116.61 | 98% |
17997 | 2017-04-22 19:35:10 | 108.14 | 94% |
17498 | 2017-04-02 21:58:36 | 110.21 | 96% |
12142 | 2017-02-07 06:24:10 | 115.02 | 97% |
10772 | 2017-01-22 16:34:24 | 105.05 | 96% |
7510 | 2017-01-01 02:00:46 | 104.53 | 96% |
6814 | 2016-12-29 03:31:53 | 106.72 | 96% |
6578 | 2016-12-27 08:19:21 | 101.65 | 95% |
5563 | 2016-12-23 00:35:46 | 99.26 | 94% |
5487 | 2016-12-22 10:05:24 | 82.46 | 93% |
4929 | 2016-12-17 01:16:09 | 97.84 | 96% |
4798 | 2016-12-16 21:20:37 | 93.07 | 93% |
3691 | 2016-12-09 15:42:01 | 97.48 | 96% |
3193 | 2016-12-05 05:12:44 | 103.97 | 96% |