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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349 | 2022-02-24 01:17:50 | 67.50 | 97% |
251 | 2021-12-08 18:44:29 | 72.03 | 98% |
23 | 2021-11-30 02:39:12 | 62.36 | 98% |