Such dreary streets! Blocks of blackness, not houses, on either hand, and here and there a candle, like a candle moving about in a tomb. And this hour of the night, of the last day of the week, that quarter of the town proved all but deserted.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 645 | 2021-08-20 07:15:02 | 72.17 | 95% |
| 485 | 2021-08-15 12:31:28 | 60.30 | 94% |