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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5773 | 2022-09-05 03:00:36 | 50.61 | 98% |
| 4978 | 2022-05-09 07:55:53 | 46.71 | 97% |
| 4596 | 2022-02-28 05:43:28 | 46.80 | 96% |