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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2457 | 2018-04-19 09:39:45 | 79.83 | 95% |
| 407 | 2017-11-15 14:31:20 | 70.20 | 95% |