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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19943 | 2023-06-23 12:38:41 | 83.42 | 96.1% |
| 19073 | 2023-06-10 18:59:15 | 79.53 | 95.3% |
| 17057 | 2023-05-09 16:27:12 | 85.81 | 98% |