Such dreary streets! Blocks of blackness, not houses, on either hand, and here and there a candle, like a candle moving about in a tomb. And this hour of the night, of the last day of the week, that quarter of the town proved all but deserted.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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493 | 2021-07-29 11:32:08 | 38.82 | 97% |