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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5090 | 2024-12-19 03:39:42 | 78.81 | 97.8% |
| 4939 | 2024-12-17 07:25:29 | 74.07 | 97.6% |
| 3419 | 2024-10-26 22:33:53 | 75.26 | 96.7% |
| 2005 | 2024-10-10 02:41:48 | 66.30 | 95.7% |
| 1627 | 2024-10-04 22:28:49 | 67.63 | 96.4% |