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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19946 | 2024-02-18 02:30:05 | 148.50 | 98.9% |
| 19340 | 2023-12-09 08:38:49 | 142.59 | 96.6% |