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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 52541 | 2025-02-15 18:08:06 | 94.36 | 95% |
| 49061 | 2025-01-20 22:39:16 | 114.37 | 97.2% |
| 39944 | 2024-06-28 17:50:58 | 104.09 | 97.3% |
| 32065 | 2024-01-29 13:41:32 | 90.99 | 96.6% |
| 27501 | 2023-10-01 09:32:45 | 94.67 | 96.6% |
| 23993 | 2023-06-25 15:40:54 | 87.01 | 96.4% |
| 20177 | 2023-05-10 16:24:15 | 91.00 | 98% |