Such dreary streets! Blocks of blackness, not houses, on either hand, and here and there a candle, like a candle moving about in a tomb. And this hour of the night, of the last day of the week, that quarter of the town proved all but deserted.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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3866 | 2021-08-04 03:54:04 | 94.97 | 98% |