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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23912 | 2025-06-25 15:54:47 | 104.92 | 97% |
| 23844 | 2025-06-19 19:23:02 | 105.80 | 98% |
| 20748 | 2024-11-17 05:24:32 | 109.55 | 98.4% |
| 14510 | 2024-05-05 01:18:31 | 99.54 | 97.4% |