And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore!
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2895 | 2018-11-12 08:54:58 | 54.34 | 95% |
| 1889 | 2018-02-03 12:48:04 | 50.00 | 95% |