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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7518 | 2024-01-22 12:21:15 | 73.24 | 94.8% |
| 6655 | 2023-12-19 10:49:59 | 79.18 | 97.1% |
| 5596 | 2023-11-06 13:27:08 | 79.50 | 96.8% |
| 5587 | 2023-11-06 12:13:42 | 68.97 | 94.1% |