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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 226905 | 2024-04-29 04:43:28 | 79.96 | 98% |
| 226403 | 2024-04-22 20:22:01 | 75.77 | 98.1% |
| 225935 | 2024-04-14 19:20:48 | 76.89 | 96.8% |
| 224991 | 2024-03-30 20:50:11 | 80.64 | 97.5% |
| 224836 | 2024-03-28 21:09:44 | 81.58 | 99.1% |
| 224627 | 2024-03-25 22:09:22 | 84.07 | 98.8% |
| 223793 | 2024-03-12 07:05:18 | 75.59 | 98.1% |
| 222396 | 2024-02-20 01:58:56 | 79.75 | 97.8% |
| 220902 | 2024-01-30 20:33:30 | 81.82 | 97.7% |
| 220809 | 2024-01-28 18:04:13 | 78.29 | 98.3% |
| 218217 | 2023-12-21 00:56:26 | 76.69 | 97.7% |
| 216001 | 2023-11-17 00:56:25 | 77.41 | 98.3% |