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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 706 | 2021-08-23 11:17:04 | 92.37 | 98% |
| 647 | 2021-08-14 05:41:30 | 82.77 | 97% |