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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1461 | 2022-10-13 19:09:34 | 71.03 | 95% |
| 322 | 2022-05-02 09:22:47 | 58.19 | 94% |
| 160 | 2022-04-25 08:27:27 | 56.91 | 93% |