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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7013 | 2024-09-27 18:53:44 | 78.28 | 97.1% |
| 6255 | 2024-03-16 19:55:50 | 75.43 | 97.2% |