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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4344 | 2019-04-11 02:10:36 | 165.19 | 99% |
| 1447 | 2019-02-05 01:01:28 | 154.90 | 98% |