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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15269 | 2025-02-10 21:12:33 | 84.00 | 97.6% |
| 15117 | 2024-12-24 11:57:13 | 76.41 | 96.6% |
| 14847 | 2024-08-01 15:03:07 | 76.59 | 97.7% |
| 14818 | 2024-07-30 06:46:47 | 81.01 | 96.3% |
| 14626 | 2024-04-04 16:36:41 | 87.63 | 97.3% |
| 14164 | 2024-01-31 16:00:22 | 78.94 | 95.8% |