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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 40571 | 2023-12-21 22:03:16 | 118.68 | 96.9% |
| 34029 | 2023-07-21 19:44:50 | 125.96 | 99.3% |
| 32705 | 2023-06-18 07:13:46 | 100.24 | 96.2% |
| 32299 | 2023-06-13 14:02:09 | 123.42 | 96.2% |