Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, by the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, 'Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, 'art sure no craven, ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore - tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.'
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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6610 | 2023-12-09 06:29:34 | 88.91 | 95.6% |
5902 | 2023-08-20 03:50:30 | 68.84 | 96% |
3703 | 2022-04-17 06:53:56 | 69.73 | 95% |