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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 47829 | 2024-05-23 01:26:56 | 89.71 | 96.9% |
| 44196 | 2024-04-14 18:30:36 | 90.63 | 97% |
| 42894 | 2024-04-02 00:37:28 | 99.81 | 97.3% |
| 36629 | 2023-12-26 10:42:10 | 77.92 | 95.3% |