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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 61077 | 2018-11-15 19:50:58 | 125.11 | 98% |
| 57994 | 2018-09-11 23:40:24 | 129.11 | 99% |