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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21162 | 2023-04-18 04:08:47 | 99.11 | 97% |
19048 | 2022-01-22 21:02:42 | 100.96 | 97% |