And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore!
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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25370 | 2019-01-30 14:30:51 | 81.95 | 96% |
21025 | 2018-06-14 13:52:11 | 83.92 | 97% |