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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7083 | 2025-07-03 14:31:17 | 95.50 | 99% |
| 6036 | 2025-03-31 10:53:30 | 92.15 | 99.1% |
| 6015 | 2025-03-31 10:09:17 | 77.10 | 97.6% |
| 3678 | 2024-12-19 14:43:13 | 81.35 | 97% |
| 1232 | 2024-10-25 14:45:25 | 79.89 | 96.8% |
| 1179 | 2024-10-25 07:00:27 | 81.32 | 97.5% |
| 544 | 2024-10-11 14:17:51 | 71.19 | 96.4% |
| 427 | 2024-10-09 13:54:26 | 62.86 | 98.6% |
| 368 | 2024-02-09 08:42:31 | 61.24 | 97.1% |