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 |
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1248 | 2017-10-11 09:16:09 | 54.65 | 96% |
217 | 2017-09-23 19:47:50 | 45.64 | 94% |