Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, by the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, 'Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, 'art sure no craven, ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore - tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.'
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4180 | 2022-06-12 14:57:11 | 63.15 | 94% |
| 3988 | 2022-05-13 02:38:34 | 61.60 | 93% |