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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6077 | 2024-04-09 08:11:11 | 90.95 | 96.8% |
| 2630 | 2023-08-21 08:52:34 | 81.17 | 96.7% |
| 1587 | 2023-06-23 10:37:37 | 73.27 | 95.8% |
| 1146 | 2023-05-28 09:54:02 | 79.08 | 97.4% |