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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1992 | 2024-06-25 18:56:13 | 60.07 | 95.7% |
| 1395 | 2024-02-28 08:55:08 | 55.00 | 94.1% |
| 1197 | 2023-12-22 12:29:00 | 55.06 | 95% |
| 979 | 2023-11-23 12:47:30 | 45.67 | 93.7% |