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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9695 | 2023-11-10 16:59:49 | 74.37 | 96.3% |
| 7578 | 2023-09-28 16:32:44 | 69.56 | 96.3% |
| 2169 | 2023-07-20 17:20:39 | 62.03 | 97% |