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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28531 | 2024-08-21 16:47:01 | 98.31 | 97% |
| 28408 | 2024-08-11 19:22:35 | 97.53 | 97.3% |
| 27547 | 2023-08-23 23:26:39 | 98.18 | 98.1% |