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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1463 | 2025-07-03 19:37:59 | 99.64 | 97% |
| 1089 | 2025-06-23 03:42:32 | 86.41 | 96% |
| 192 | 2023-12-27 16:48:51 | 79.16 | 98% |