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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2406 | 2024-11-14 03:38:04 | 114.46 | 97.9% |
| 1031 | 2021-10-06 22:07:40 | 98.73 | 97% |