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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29457 | 2024-05-15 21:43:29 | 105.30 | 96.8% |
| 24848 | 2024-02-14 03:57:17 | 109.93 | 98.2% |
| 24735 | 2024-02-13 00:34:09 | 117.56 | 98.8% |
| 20119 | 2023-09-28 18:38:47 | 104.16 | 96.9% |
| 18684 | 2023-09-17 18:35:15 | 93.17 | 96.2% |