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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14997 | 2024-02-01 08:56:31 | 70.55 | 96.9% |
13211 | 2022-04-07 09:56:14 | 72.95 | 96% |
10700 | 2021-11-22 08:35:37 | 68.48 | 97% |
9099 | 2021-10-21 10:42:46 | 65.01 | 95% |