The sky grew momentarily more brilliant, the sun sank lower, and at last the light came almost level, painting the flat meadows as with a brush dropping emeralds, and throwing from each tiny inequality, and each blade of grass, a separate shade of its own.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24156 | 2024-10-14 22:34:32 | 156.99 | 99.3% |
| 22116 | 2024-08-22 07:47:14 | 141.04 | 97.9% |
| 20717 | 2024-07-24 10:36:45 | 150.04 | 98.9% |
| 19519 | 2024-07-07 17:54:37 | 168.22 | 100% |
| 19365 | 2024-07-05 12:18:23 | 143.81 | 98.1% |
| 13133 | 2024-04-23 15:06:40 | 140.16 | 98.9% |
| 12030 | 2024-04-13 14:42:39 | 143.85 | 98.5% |
| 8664 | 2024-02-28 14:10:01 | 141.76 | 98.9% |
| 6922 | 2024-02-21 05:04:07 | 133.04 | 97.6% |
| 5246 | 2024-02-13 14:40:44 | 142.26 | 99.2% |