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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15331 | 2024-12-13 03:38:52 | 72.47 | 98.1% |
| 14452 | 2024-08-28 03:20:22 | 78.08 | 99.4% |
| 12572 | 2024-01-31 14:13:36 | 71.86 | 97.5% |
| 11927 | 2023-11-06 06:35:35 | 69.67 | 98.1% |
| 11919 | 2023-11-06 06:19:31 | 70.83 | 98.1% |