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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7242 | 2023-07-13 05:21:48 | 62.21 | 94.1% |
| 6343 | 2023-05-22 12:23:01 | 66.94 | 91.8% |
| 6283 | 2023-05-17 11:58:28 | 64.21 | 92.6% |