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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22175 | 2024-03-08 01:56:47 | 157.26 | 99.8% |
| 22167 | 2024-03-08 01:33:44 | 142.27 | 99% |
| 22142 | 2024-03-07 04:24:46 | 124.93 | 98.4% |