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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3324 | 2023-12-10 18:40:10 | 72.92 | 94.6% |
| 3284 | 2023-12-10 15:25:28 | 65.89 | 94.5% |
| 3035 | 2023-12-04 17:47:14 | 62.89 | 95.3% |
| 2334 | 2023-11-04 22:08:58 | 73.29 | 95.5% |
| 2313 | 2023-11-04 21:33:26 | 66.15 | 95.6% |