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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 42027 | 2024-08-02 07:40:05 | 125.09 | 98% |
| 39956 | 2024-07-22 15:23:13 | 129.09 | 97.7% |
| 38845 | 2024-07-13 08:03:02 | 122.56 | 97.7% |
| 32845 | 2024-04-05 11:54:04 | 137.63 | 98.6% |
| 32812 | 2024-04-04 13:36:29 | 146.81 | 99.1% |
| 30008 | 2024-03-06 12:32:38 | 127.66 | 98.6% |
| 22887 | 2023-11-11 17:49:34 | 125.68 | 97.8% |
| 21779 | 2023-11-04 11:14:31 | 113.45 | 96.7% |
| 19271 | 2023-10-07 11:19:20 | 131.11 | 98.1% |
| 18130 | 2023-10-03 18:51:01 | 125.02 | 97.4% |
| 17914 | 2023-10-03 11:41:03 | 126.50 | 97.9% |