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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 54557 | 2025-03-12 15:25:46 | 122.05 | 99% |
| 47773 | 2025-01-14 21:40:48 | 113.95 | 99.3% |
| 34498 | 2024-02-29 22:32:51 | 101.58 | 98.3% |
| 28708 | 2023-11-07 13:18:18 | 94.30 | 98.6% |