The sky grew momentarily more brilliant, the sun sank lower, and at last the light came almost level, painting the flat meadows as with a brush dropping emeralds, and throwing from each tiny inequality, and each blade of grass, a separate shade of its own.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
---|---|---|---|
68298 | 2024-02-26 17:48:16 | 118.37 | 97.3% |
64760 | 2024-01-10 06:41:25 | 118.42 | 97.3% |
64141 | 2024-01-08 08:31:49 | 90.94 | 94.4% |
63936 | 2024-01-02 13:12:06 | 104.01 | 95.4% |