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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6689 | 2025-03-27 12:48:41 | 82.15 | 94.6% |
| 4279 | 2025-02-02 21:01:40 | 101.98 | 97.2% |
| 34 | 2024-08-28 14:44:22 | 82.94 | 96.9% |