Blore stood rigid - listening. He could hear sounds everywhere now, cracks, rustles, mysterious whispers - but his dogged, realistic brain knew them for what they were - the creations of his own heated imagination. And then suddenly he heard something that was not imagination. Footsteps, very soft, very cautious, but plainly audible to a man listening with all his ears as Blore was listening.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6025 | 2023-11-01 04:29:34 | 135.29 | 97.9% |
| 4495 | 2023-10-13 14:09:48 | 138.74 | 99% |
| 3542 | 2023-10-09 14:55:45 | 144.72 | 98.5% |