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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 68855 | 2024-04-26 04:23:37 | 110.98 | 99.5% |
| 68043 | 2024-03-18 06:06:37 | 100.05 | 97.2% |
| 64343 | 2023-11-26 03:01:22 | 106.92 | 98.1% |
| 63675 | 2023-10-24 05:53:52 | 112.36 | 98.8% |