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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5740 | 2025-01-10 06:30:38 | 60.22 | 95.5% |
| 3125 | 2023-09-19 04:13:33 | 63.87 | 95.8% |
| 1307 | 2022-12-03 07:11:15 | 64.61 | 96% |