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 |
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14613 | 2024-04-11 21:44:36 | 118.96 | 93.5% |
13544 | 2023-12-21 21:56:40 | 137.25 | 98.6% |