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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1939 | 2021-08-23 07:20:46 | 68.84 | 97% |
| 267 | 2021-08-06 10:41:36 | 66.34 | 98% |