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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 305712 | 2025-07-26 04:08:37 | 174.79 | 97% |
| 260136 | 2024-11-18 23:52:17 | 171.51 | 99.3% |
| 252955 | 2024-08-29 02:07:23 | 156.81 | 98.2% |
| 238577 | 2024-06-28 06:21:00 | 169.09 | 99.6% |