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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4901 | 2024-01-11 03:58:28 | 51.96 | 97.3% |
| 4575 | 2023-12-22 00:12:56 | 47.89 | 95% |
| 4360 | 2023-11-21 02:50:16 | 52.40 | 96.7% |
| 4206 | 2023-11-08 19:50:31 | 45.64 | 94% |
| 4159 | 2023-11-05 20:08:21 | 45.25 | 94.7% |