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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2831 | 2025-10-07 07:07:09 | 58.00 | 94% |
| 2502 | 2025-09-23 13:31:28 | 73.16 | 96% |
| 2485 | 2025-09-22 07:21:29 | 76.96 | 98% |
| 2294 | 2025-09-18 10:37:52 | 66.27 | 95% |
| 1695 | 2025-08-16 07:49:20 | 55.21 | 96% |
| 1575 | 2025-08-13 06:50:26 | 50.65 | 95% |
| 1530 | 2025-08-11 14:49:37 | 61.77 | 96% |
| 1419 | 2025-08-07 04:15:11 | 44.40 | 94% |
| 1344 | 2025-08-04 13:00:01 | 49.08 | 95% |
| 320 | 2025-06-26 08:42:01 | 63.11 | 95% |
| 273 | 2025-06-24 07:21:57 | 63.71 | 97% |