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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15649 | 2025-05-17 22:32:41 | 85.39 | 97.8% |
| 14777 | 2025-05-09 15:40:22 | 79.85 | 96.6% |