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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8674 | 2024-09-28 11:46:45 | 75.40 | 95.8% |
| 8456 | 2024-08-03 13:15:57 | 58.67 | 95.9% |
| 2332 | 2023-02-27 06:22:05 | 65.02 | 95% |