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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3785 | 2025-01-14 16:05:06 | 81.07 | 95.8% |
| 2298 | 2024-11-08 17:20:58 | 76.56 | 96.6% |