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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7253 | 2021-08-12 15:45:14 | 74.92 | 97% |
| 6938 | 2021-07-24 06:27:27 | 78.97 | 98% |