The dews were so heavy that the fields glistened like cloth of silver and there were such heaps of rustling leaves in the hollows of many-stemmed woods to run crisply through. The Birch Path was a canopy of yellow and the ferns were sear and brown all along it.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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1809 | 2019-10-23 13:23:22 | 91.32 | 99% |
169 | 2019-09-22 17:03:00 | 71.41 | 99% |