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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4489 | 2022-01-16 17:57:15 | 101.74 | 98% |
| 1371 | 2021-11-03 23:42:50 | 84.85 | 96% |