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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9846 | 2024-09-16 12:28:32 | 87.85 | 95.6% |
| 9092 | 2024-04-23 19:57:11 | 96.42 | 96.2% |
| 6461 | 2023-05-06 03:53:03 | 74.49 | 94% |