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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6159 | 2025-05-23 23:21:44 | 82.05 | 94% |
| 4735 | 2025-03-16 03:03:10 | 91.70 | 95% |