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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11278 | 2024-07-26 12:12:45 | 74.55 | 96.2% |
| 8387 | 2024-05-25 21:58:27 | 93.83 | 98.9% |