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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2064 | 2025-01-10 15:39:44 | 83.35 | 96% |
| 1313 | 2024-11-12 05:46:08 | 87.04 | 97.6% |
| 472 | 2024-10-06 00:03:51 | 84.77 | 97.7% |