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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1613 | 2018-11-13 14:58:01 | 77.04 | 97% |
| 1555 | 2018-11-08 17:37:26 | 75.56 | 96% |
| 1042 | 2018-09-13 17:15:08 | 53.13 | 95% |