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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9113 | 2023-01-17 16:18:35 | 90.80 | 97% |
7256 | 2022-10-15 11:49:00 | 80.56 | 97% |
3832 | 2022-04-29 08:42:16 | 79.65 | 97% |