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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2474 | 2024-11-18 11:41:31 | 103.42 | 96.2% |
| 2255 | 2024-09-24 10:33:54 | 98.12 | 96.6% |