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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21547 | 2020-09-15 20:56:46 | 113.73 | 99% |
| 19713 | 2018-02-24 04:09:43 | 110.66 | 98% |
| 18460 | 2017-04-02 15:07:00 | 96.07 | 92% |
| 17758 | 2017-03-10 19:27:46 | 107.69 | 96% |
| 17000 | 2017-02-22 00:26:41 | 109.08 | 96% |