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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1438 | 2023-07-18 22:24:10 | 59.02 | 97% |
| 1234 | 2023-07-03 13:52:51 | 52.19 | 95.9% |
| 596 | 2023-06-07 21:33:02 | 49.49 | 96.2% |