The cool morning, pale as pearl, threw tendrils of mist over the blue-gray ice. Ancient trees ringed the frozen water; their dark limbs seemed to hold up the sky. Frost silvered the earth, and all around was the whisper of water, breaking loose winter's bonds. A thrush called from within the wood. There was no sign of the horses.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8751 | 2024-06-05 07:56:43 | 56.51 | 95.9% |
| 8262 | 2024-05-24 15:53:11 | 52.50 | 96.9% |
| 8200 | 2024-05-23 04:59:18 | 58.37 | 96.1% |
| 6301 | 2023-12-25 14:59:38 | 56.05 | 98.3% |