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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4030 | 2024-04-16 15:48:33 | 65.83 | 97.4% |
| 3641 | 2024-03-31 08:08:15 | 70.02 | 97.5% |
| 2439 | 2024-02-22 13:08:12 | 68.28 | 97% |
| 2297 | 2024-02-18 15:38:25 | 67.15 | 97.7% |
| 2037 | 2024-01-27 14:19:09 | 47.44 | 94.3% |
| 1611 | 2023-12-03 07:46:15 | 64.88 | 97.7% |