Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, by the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, 'Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, 'art sure no craven, ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore - tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.'
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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5988 | 2023-11-15 22:04:45 | 61.38 | 94.9% |
5582 | 2023-11-06 12:09:02 | 57.36 | 94.1% |
2411 | 2023-06-14 12:16:02 | 44.74 | 92% |
2083 | 2023-06-05 08:07:42 | 55.91 | 96% |