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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13544 | 2024-04-09 05:04:31 | 71.44 | 96% |
| 13347 | 2024-04-05 05:07:04 | 71.87 | 96% |
| 11463 | 2024-02-07 13:27:33 | 74.63 | 97% |
| 10595 | 2023-12-16 10:20:44 | 66.88 | 96.8% |
| 10187 | 2023-11-22 05:06:08 | 75.33 | 97.5% |
| 9575 | 2023-11-08 18:53:04 | 63.47 | 94.7% |
| 9427 | 2023-11-04 16:03:52 | 71.46 | 95.9% |