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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1574 | 2022-08-16 07:13:43 | 59.55 | 95% |
1450 | 2022-08-15 13:34:02 | 64.83 | 95% |
107 | 2022-06-27 05:24:44 | 53.68 | 93% |