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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2942 | 2025-06-11 14:49:18 | 111.39 | 97% |
| 2466 | 2024-12-16 18:57:15 | 111.09 | 97.8% |