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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9740 | 2023-06-12 12:00:09 | 54.31 | 96.3% |
| 8069 | 2023-05-27 14:24:55 | 51.02 | 96.7% |
| 2398 | 2023-04-13 07:07:46 | 51.01 | 98% |