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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6700 | 2025-07-03 03:02:20 | 71.41 | 95% |
| 4982 | 2025-03-24 15:21:59 | 75.89 | 96% |
| 4440 | 2025-03-03 17:15:04 | 78.60 | 96% |