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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 131720 | 2021-08-27 20:41:41 | 181.16 | 100% |
| 130462 | 2021-07-02 21:47:03 | 169.95 | 99% |