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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70420 | 2023-10-06 04:51:30 | 104.40 | 96.6% |
69085 | 2023-02-11 17:43:53 | 126.53 | 98% |
67355 | 2022-12-23 05:47:58 | 120.65 | 98% |