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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1422 | 2022-12-23 14:33:49 | 62.97 | 97% |
941 | 2022-12-07 13:24:06 | 54.37 | 96% |
21 | 2022-10-28 11:09:31 | 46.81 | 97% |