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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1296 | 2022-05-27 14:34:05 | 73.08 | 97% |
| 952 | 2022-05-10 14:42:48 | 59.02 | 95% |
| 233 | 2022-04-20 16:32:54 | 56.99 | 95% |