It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 44573 | 2024-04-29 12:16:25 | 117.64 | 97.4% |
| 42692 | 2023-12-07 09:52:18 | 128.24 | 98.3% |
| 40452 | 2023-10-10 05:40:40 | 129.92 | 98.6% |
| 37636 | 2023-05-24 13:11:36 | 115.68 | 98% |