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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5708 | 2024-09-11 21:26:49 | 105.25 | 97.5% |
| 4414 | 2024-08-12 07:01:53 | 105.80 | 97.3% |
| 1942 | 2023-07-08 20:50:43 | 94.71 | 96.6% |
| 1030 | 2023-05-30 20:48:06 | 95.15 | 97.1% |
| 707 | 2023-05-22 22:52:26 | 90.75 | 97.3% |