It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 35746 | 2023-12-02 10:38:21 | 95.97 | 97.4% |
| 33245 | 2023-11-04 21:29:32 | 92.01 | 96.7% |
| 32674 | 2023-10-27 00:45:20 | 89.37 | 96% |
| 31310 | 2023-10-12 20:21:32 | 88.90 | 96.9% |
| 19540 | 2023-06-17 07:34:47 | 86.90 | 97% |
| 17201 | 2023-05-21 08:59:49 | 87.12 | 97% |
| 16873 | 2023-05-18 19:56:30 | 83.26 | 96% |