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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 939844 | 2023-10-31 00:25:02 | 162.51 | 98.8% |
| 937656 | 2023-10-29 17:45:07 | 170.86 | 99.7% |