It was one of those rare and beautiful days in winter when England remembers that there is a sun. The star of the day, pale but nevertheless still splendid, was setting in the horizon, glorifying at one the heavens and the sea with bands of fire, and casting upon the tower and the old houses of the city a last ray of gold which made the windows sparkle like the reflection of a conflagration.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4500 | 2020-07-01 02:32:25 | 133.74 | 98% |