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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16680 | 2025-01-02 10:11:25 | 92.08 | 96.8% |
| 12874 | 2024-01-07 04:01:55 | 94.79 | 96.4% |