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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 293792 | 2023-09-28 22:43:57 | 128.63 | 98.4% |
| 293791 | 2023-09-28 22:39:56 | 139.19 | 98.7% |
| 293790 | 2023-09-28 22:39:16 | 141.21 | 98.7% |
| 293789 | 2023-09-28 22:34:18 | 147.93 | 99.4% |
| 293788 | 2023-09-28 21:29:29 | 152.00 | 98.9% |
| 293787 | 2023-09-28 21:28:32 | 141.05 | 98.3% |
| 293786 | 2023-09-28 21:27:28 | 124.45 | 97.1% |
| 293785 | 2023-09-28 21:26:42 | 123.59 | 96.7% |
| 293784 | 2023-09-28 21:24:55 | 109.54 | 96.9% |
| 293783 | 2023-09-28 21:24:14 | 128.86 | 97.2% |