'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4 | 2020-12-19 03:42:03 | 74.33 | 96% |