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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1395 | 2023-10-06 01:27:09 | 70.35 | 96% |
| 1330 | 2023-02-20 01:28:14 | 73.97 | 96% |
| 1082 | 2022-04-14 02:03:53 | 66.00 | 94% |