It was close upon four before the door opened, and a drunken-looking groom, ill-kempt and side-whiskered, with an inflamed face and disreputable clothes, walked into the room. Accustomed as I was to my friend's amazing powers in the use of disguises, I had to look three times before I was certain that it was indeed he. With a nod he vanished into the bedroom, whence he emerged in five minutes tweed-suited and respectable, as of old. Putting his hands into his pockets, he stretched out his legs in front of the fire and laughed heartily for some minutes.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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12154 | 2019-06-03 16:47:58 | 73.36 | 95% |
8919 | 2019-03-05 03:46:22 | 80.95 | 99% |
7145 | 2019-01-10 10:02:19 | 76.16 | 98% |