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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3303 | 2023-12-20 00:38:41 | 62.44 | 96.1% |
| 3164 | 2023-11-26 02:01:23 | 63.08 | 96.7% |
| 3132 | 2023-11-23 22:41:15 | 60.94 | 95.8% |
| 3021 | 2023-11-10 05:26:04 | 58.56 | 95.9% |
| 2954 | 2023-11-08 03:08:55 | 59.88 | 95.6% |