And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore!
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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7992 | 2019-03-14 09:30:51 | 90.02 | 99% |
1117 | 2018-01-29 05:50:27 | 87.63 | 99% |
564 | 2018-01-12 06:50:23 | 82.28 | 98% |