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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3802 | 2024-04-07 10:05:20 | 79.74 | 95.2% |
| 1935 | 2024-01-28 10:26:12 | 81.69 | 97% |
| 1778 | 2024-01-27 15:41:44 | 97.19 | 99% |