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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3054 | 2024-03-18 14:47:10 | 96.93 | 97.8% |
| 2453 | 2024-02-15 13:52:55 | 81.24 | 97% |
| 1810 | 2024-01-27 16:12:14 | 81.55 | 96% |
| 1769 | 2024-01-27 13:58:03 | 94.38 | 98% |
| 1654 | 2024-01-22 22:44:40 | 89.14 | 97.6% |
| 914 | 2024-01-06 14:06:54 | 91.65 | 96.6% |