The sky grew momentarily more brilliant, the sun sank lower, and at last the light came almost level, painting the flat meadows as with a brush dropping emeralds, and throwing from each tiny inequality, and each blade of grass, a separate shade of its own.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9422 | 2023-12-15 13:12:51 | 114.62 | 97.5% |
| 8973 | 2023-12-09 06:38:07 | 106.48 | 97.6% |
| 8406 | 2023-11-25 04:38:19 | 97.18 | 98.5% |