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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 105 | 2021-07-09 05:09:20 | 39.73 | 95% |