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 |
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11113 | 2024-03-30 09:33:13 | 182.66 | 99.2% |
10203 | 2024-02-09 23:46:50 | 199.42 | 99.6% |