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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14293 | 2024-05-20 17:03:18 | 106.01 | 96.5% |
| 13273 | 2023-12-15 21:08:53 | 113.57 | 98.8% |
| 9644 | 2023-05-01 17:05:00 | 107.37 | 98% |