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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 35810 | 2025-05-20 20:56:12 | 112.43 | 99% |
| 35490 | 2025-05-14 19:22:10 | 111.79 | 99% |
| 30465 | 2024-06-06 16:21:10 | 87.58 | 95.9% |
| 29459 | 2024-05-15 21:44:41 | 98.88 | 97.3% |
| 25561 | 2024-03-14 20:28:09 | 113.79 | 97.9% |
| 24470 | 2024-02-09 23:47:07 | 96.09 | 97.2% |