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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6748 | 2025-02-21 06:23:19 | 81.04 | 97% |
| 4142 | 2021-11-06 20:04:48 | 68.25 | 95% |
| 3736 | 2021-10-19 13:45:37 | 68.76 | 96% |