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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8160 | 2024-04-22 20:15:09 | 68.86 | 96.6% |
5196 | 2022-05-08 16:38:29 | 71.44 | 96% |
2343 | 2021-10-10 16:43:08 | 59.11 | 95% |