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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111350 | 2024-03-04 20:47:11 | 109.90 | 98.9% |
109399 | 2024-01-23 21:34:08 | 118.72 | 98.5% |