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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 33993 | 2025-04-26 20:11:13 | 110.00 | 98% |
| 28133 | 2024-05-08 10:40:36 | 116.39 | 99.1% |
| 23556 | 2023-10-26 22:22:27 | 111.61 | 98.6% |
| 21944 | 2023-10-19 18:28:10 | 115.58 | 98.8% |
| 20432 | 2023-10-03 13:52:09 | 98.28 | 97.4% |
| 20089 | 2023-09-28 18:13:30 | 91.67 | 96% |