Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, by the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, 'Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, 'art sure no craven, ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore - tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.'
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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5668 | 2022-10-25 12:42:43 | 79.65 | 96% |
4410 | 2022-09-24 13:47:45 | 88.82 | 98% |
3995 | 2022-09-16 11:43:40 | 86.94 | 97% |