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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28858 | 2025-01-16 12:19:29 | 81.36 | 96.8% |
| 27264 | 2024-04-09 06:25:21 | 76.39 | 95.4% |
| 26342 | 2024-02-08 06:00:47 | 77.64 | 97.5% |
| 25614 | 2023-12-08 13:32:00 | 76.39 | 96.7% |
| 25180 | 2023-11-16 20:08:21 | 71.24 | 95.6% |
| 25083 | 2023-11-09 13:23:29 | 66.57 | 95% |