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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8001 | 2024-12-09 11:56:04 | 131.11 | 96.7% |
| 7577 | 2024-11-24 12:27:11 | 124.80 | 95.6% |
| 7056 | 2024-11-15 11:24:44 | 131.93 | 96.1% |
| 2066 | 2024-05-05 17:37:09 | 118.50 | 97.1% |