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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8934 | 2023-01-10 20:09:28 | 100.47 | 98% |
| 5062 | 2022-08-18 01:16:40 | 84.59 | 96% |
| 2723 | 2022-06-30 23:20:13 | 88.08 | 97% |