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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 33270 | 2025-11-03 11:08:58 | 91.08 | 97% |
| 32516 | 2025-10-08 11:47:47 | 90.15 | 98% |
| 31302 | 2025-08-20 14:41:55 | 96.02 | 97% |
| 29575 | 2025-06-16 06:20:34 | 91.35 | 97% |
| 24997 | 2024-12-11 18:54:56 | 92.83 | 97.8% |
| 20725 | 2024-03-27 07:00:15 | 101.93 | 98.3% |
| 19422 | 2023-09-30 17:20:32 | 92.88 | 98% |