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 |
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2292 | 2018-04-11 20:55:53 | 115.51 | 98% |
1949 | 2018-04-06 20:32:12 | 106.87 | 98% |