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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8627 | 2023-05-28 13:44:03 | 60.51 | 95% |
5299 | 2023-01-10 09:14:45 | 65.94 | 96% |
2822 | 2022-10-20 04:06:18 | 67.71 | 97% |
1334 | 2022-07-04 09:49:26 | 57.05 | 96% |