Such dreary streets! Blocks of blackness, not houses, on either hand, and here and there a candle, like a candle moving about in a tomb. And this hour of the night, of the last day of the week, that quarter of the town proved all but deserted.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6694 | 2021-08-09 18:40:27 | 99.05 | 99% |
| 6680 | 2021-08-08 19:08:17 | 79.99 | 98% |