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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3903 | 2021-08-19 08:43:59 | 73.29 | 92% |
| 3829 | 2021-08-17 13:19:13 | 88.47 | 95% |