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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 72263 | 2024-06-01 09:26:22 | 83.88 | 99.2% |
| 67565 | 2024-02-23 06:56:54 | 78.78 | 98.1% |
| 66795 | 2024-02-09 00:13:35 | 86.46 | 98% |
| 66452 | 2024-02-01 02:22:27 | 88.20 | 98.6% |
| 65829 | 2024-01-22 14:10:09 | 80.52 | 97.2% |
| 63356 | 2023-11-09 12:00:04 | 68.47 | 96.5% |
| 63316 | 2023-11-07 18:03:46 | 70.88 | 95.4% |