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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 178166 | 2023-12-16 20:30:54 | 103.80 | 97% |
| 176982 | 2023-12-03 15:17:56 | 115.16 | 99.8% |
| 176377 | 2023-11-28 07:57:09 | 106.61 | 98% |
| 169343 | 2023-09-04 00:02:11 | 107.44 | 98% |
| 163423 | 2023-06-07 06:21:34 | 116.77 | 98% |
| 159784 | 2023-04-28 17:26:57 | 115.92 | 98% |
| 159499 | 2023-04-24 20:51:30 | 107.02 | 98% |