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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4133 | 2025-03-26 01:58:13 | 80.99 | 96.3% |
| 3866 | 2025-03-13 20:32:16 | 77.88 | 95.5% |
| 3078 | 2025-02-16 02:02:59 | 81.48 | 95.4% |
| 3051 | 2025-02-15 03:23:51 | 81.33 | 96.8% |
| 1672 | 2024-11-17 19:10:14 | 61.11 | 94% |
| 1532 | 2024-11-08 16:26:59 | 72.90 | 95.8% |
| 1376 | 2024-10-17 20:44:19 | 71.57 | 95.3% |
| 1255 | 2024-10-03 22:05:17 | 69.46 | 94.9% |
| 943 | 2024-05-09 07:09:27 | 65.01 | 95.1% |