Those ancients who in poetry presented the golden age, who sang its happy state, perhaps, in their Parnassus, dreamt this place. Here, mankind's root was innocent; and here were every fruit and never-ending spring; these streams - the nectar of which poets sing.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 387681 | 2024-10-04 20:37:31 | 129.39 | 98% |
| 387680 | 2024-10-04 20:37:02 | 155.69 | 99.3% |
| 387679 | 2024-10-04 20:36:16 | 141.43 | 97.7% |
| 387678 | 2024-10-04 20:35:52 | 134.43 | 97.8% |
| 387677 | 2024-10-04 20:35:27 | 113.71 | 95.2% |
| 387676 | 2024-10-04 20:34:56 | 126.87 | 96.4% |
| 327977 | 2024-02-05 03:44:16 | 139.73 | 99.3% |
| 327976 | 2024-02-05 03:43:37 | 106.59 | 97.6% |
| 327975 | 2024-02-05 03:42:19 | 115.07 | 97.9% |
| 327974 | 2024-02-05 03:41:20 | 114.60 | 97% |