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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22098 | 2025-04-14 18:36:41 | 112.09 | 98.2% |
| 17872 | 2023-11-02 22:39:27 | 100.42 | 97.5% |
| 17064 | 2023-09-13 20:38:52 | 100.11 | 98.1% |