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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12352 | 2020-09-21 11:11:27 | 90.19 | 97% |
| 12165 | 2020-09-16 13:30:42 | 100.18 | 97% |
| 8373 | 2020-06-15 16:17:17 | 80.77 | 96% |