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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440 | 2022-03-10 04:34:51 | 66.95 | 96% |
296 | 2022-01-21 05:07:26 | 59.43 | 98% |
234 | 2022-01-20 07:26:54 | 62.17 | 96% |