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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2526 | 2025-07-18 09:53:31 | 50.16 | 95% |
| 2490 | 2025-07-17 19:35:14 | 50.45 | 95% |
| 1972 | 2025-07-07 20:06:56 | 43.88 | 95% |
| 1765 | 2025-06-30 19:07:47 | 43.80 | 95% |
| 1014 | 2025-05-29 04:49:43 | 42.02 | 95% |
| 415 | 2024-10-16 15:10:02 | 50.12 | 97% |
| 132 | 2024-10-05 09:59:05 | 45.31 | 96.8% |