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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6278 | 2022-11-05 00:20:01 | 98.97 | 97% |
| 4492 | 2022-07-07 02:09:45 | 98.40 | 97% |
| 4443 | 2022-07-04 04:58:19 | 84.23 | 96% |