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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 32240 | 2023-09-26 03:17:47 | 169.18 | 98.6% |
| 31654 | 2023-09-22 22:49:00 | 148.46 | 98.8% |
| 30700 | 2023-09-11 21:22:23 | 148.73 | 98% |
| 28009 | 2023-09-04 00:01:48 | 170.82 | 100% |