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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 139085 | 2024-02-23 05:26:59 | 134.04 | 99.1% |
| 135226 | 2024-01-23 19:06:52 | 112.46 | 97% |
| 131451 | 2023-12-22 02:54:10 | 89.69 | 96.5% |
| 130737 | 2023-12-19 20:30:14 | 113.23 | 97.4% |
| 130083 | 2023-12-11 19:22:26 | 90.86 | 94.7% |
| 129396 | 2023-12-07 04:01:17 | 89.53 | 95.7% |
| 128878 | 2023-12-04 22:45:32 | 96.11 | 95.1% |
| 128519 | 2023-12-02 05:21:31 | 82.17 | 95.3% |
| 127487 | 2023-11-27 22:38:04 | 104.28 | 96.8% |
| 127067 | 2023-11-26 02:28:18 | 103.05 | 96.5% |
| 125853 | 2023-11-18 19:35:35 | 96.53 | 97.3% |
| 117845 | 2023-10-03 18:51:03 | 115.68 | 97.6% |