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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12091 | 2024-05-13 23:34:18 | 68.22 | 97.2% |
| 11591 | 2024-03-27 05:35:46 | 64.90 | 95.2% |