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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2011 | 2024-05-16 10:43:15 | 57.20 | 96.3% |
| 1756 | 2024-05-08 11:51:40 | 54.41 | 96.8% |
| 1749 | 2024-05-08 11:38:44 | 52.87 | 96.6% |
| 1602 | 2024-05-01 05:56:35 | 47.02 | 94% |
| 1431 | 2024-04-25 06:46:55 | 50.42 | 95.3% |
| 1310 | 2024-04-23 05:53:39 | 47.77 | 96% |
| 1302 | 2024-04-22 06:55:10 | 44.97 | 95.1% |
| 1215 | 2024-04-20 05:51:50 | 53.68 | 95.4% |
| 703 | 2024-03-11 09:38:12 | 45.15 | 94.5% |
| 352 | 2024-02-15 12:37:36 | 37.54 | 94.1% |