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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5548 | 2024-11-21 06:30:09 | 86.44 | 98.9% |
| 4952 | 2024-08-09 03:16:44 | 93.62 | 99.2% |
| 4661 | 2024-06-18 04:34:51 | 82.10 | 97.5% |