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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 36973 | 2024-03-11 22:09:52 | 82.30 | 98% |
| 34801 | 2023-12-29 12:29:07 | 74.04 | 96.5% |
| 34243 | 2023-12-25 14:01:46 | 86.78 | 98.3% |