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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3264 | 2023-08-16 19:13:46 | 59.50 | 95.2% |
| 1545 | 2023-08-06 18:51:15 | 61.58 | 97.7% |
| 999 | 2023-08-03 15:02:36 | 52.64 | 95.3% |