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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 54939 | 2025-03-15 18:04:34 | 114.52 | 98% |
| 48735 | 2025-01-19 19:35:17 | 108.34 | 98% |
| 48471 | 2025-01-19 00:51:17 | 102.69 | 96.4% |
| 43722 | 2024-10-28 14:00:23 | 95.76 | 96.9% |
| 43378 | 2024-10-22 08:52:36 | 94.06 | 97.1% |
| 41389 | 2024-08-21 12:23:38 | 109.25 | 98.6% |
| 41038 | 2024-07-27 22:52:26 | 86.35 | 95.1% |
| 40351 | 2024-07-07 21:46:27 | 104.33 | 98.4% |
| 37257 | 2024-04-19 23:39:53 | 91.87 | 97% |
| 37177 | 2024-04-18 12:22:12 | 76.54 | 97% |
| 34896 | 2024-03-09 13:35:34 | 98.02 | 98.6% |
| 34263 | 2024-02-26 22:34:18 | 73.65 | 95.9% |
| 31703 | 2024-01-26 12:48:29 | 74.22 | 96.6% |
| 29507 | 2023-12-13 13:31:48 | 87.32 | 97.9% |