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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29192 | 2024-02-25 10:03:40 | 124.98 | 97.2% |
| 15743 | 2023-08-26 06:19:16 | 139.63 | 98.4% |
| 13724 | 2023-07-16 16:33:56 | 138.48 | 98.5% |
| 9279 | 2023-04-30 08:38:14 | 115.21 | 97% |
| 8794 | 2023-04-22 06:56:26 | 137.10 | 98% |
| 8059 | 2023-04-15 12:22:39 | 133.04 | 98% |