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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 98940 | 2024-04-23 10:52:52 | 142.53 | 98.8% |
| 94798 | 2024-03-17 16:50:02 | 122.42 | 97.5% |
| 94194 | 2024-03-13 10:15:06 | 124.56 | 97.2% |
| 92642 | 2024-02-28 20:31:32 | 134.71 | 99.5% |
| 90695 | 2024-02-10 11:52:58 | 134.52 | 98% |
| 88389 | 2024-01-27 09:01:28 | 135.71 | 98.4% |
| 79990 | 2023-05-01 02:51:05 | 124.90 | 98% |
| 79797 | 2023-04-25 12:04:35 | 125.71 | 99% |