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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 46164 | 2021-08-16 01:02:07 | 168.31 | 100% |
| 46163 | 2021-08-16 00:36:12 | 163.65 | 100% |
| 46162 | 2021-08-16 00:20:15 | 158.44 | 100% |
| 46161 | 2021-08-16 00:10:33 | 140.37 | 99% |