Staring up at the rope brought back a few memories. Some good, some not so good...either way, it didn't really mean much at the moment as he walked away... 

...only to run right back after going a certain distance and leaping to catch the dangling cord. 

A rhythm had already established itself in his mind as he moved his hands, catching the rope between his feet as well as he swung around a bit. All he had to do was follow the pattern now. Wrapping one leg around the rope, he continued swaying until he had the rope swinging in a circle and started working his way up. 

As he kept going, he started feeling a bit more confident, and when he finally reached the top, he twined the rope around one leg and let go with his hands to hang upside down and smirk back at the people at the bottom. The other leg bent to hook around the first one and keep the rope better in place. 

Twelve seconds. Just twelve seconds faster than last time, if the beats in his head were correct.