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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7074 | 2023-12-14 15:54:49 | 71.92 | 96.5% |
2228 | 2023-02-16 15:26:34 | 68.85 | 97% |