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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3563 | 2024-04-17 21:46:25 | 65.50 | 94.4% |
| 1682 | 2024-01-26 22:19:32 | 62.23 | 98.1% |
| 1630 | 2024-01-26 20:44:11 | 62.86 | 97.8% |
| 1071 | 2024-01-19 03:20:19 | 55.36 | 95.5% |
| 999 | 2024-01-18 03:45:55 | 57.01 | 95.3% |
| 866 | 2024-01-15 20:18:01 | 52.35 | 95.9% |