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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5026 | 2025-05-16 01:09:01 | 142.27 | 97.5% |
| 2912 | 2024-12-18 19:29:12 | 153.73 | 99.6% |
| 1021 | 2024-04-03 19:56:25 | 152.55 | 97.9% |
| 595 | 2024-03-22 18:49:07 | 164.81 | 98.9% |