It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8114 | 2025-03-19 07:14:42 | 158.83 | 97.6% |
| 4415 | 2025-02-11 08:03:19 | 146.12 | 96.4% |
| 1627 | 2025-01-23 22:10:53 | 165.22 | 97.3% |