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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14897 | 2023-11-18 21:58:02 | 103.46 | 98.3% |
| 14199 | 2023-10-29 17:24:56 | 108.49 | 97.9% |
| 13808 | 2023-10-23 18:16:14 | 111.59 | 97% |
| 13547 | 2023-10-15 12:01:18 | 125.73 | 98.9% |