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 |
---|---|---|---|
2541 | 2018-05-27 16:26:59 | 118.18 | 98% |
2461 | 2018-03-02 15:04:04 | 113.79 | 98% |
2362 | 2018-02-25 16:20:01 | 108.40 | 97% |
1820 | 2018-02-02 23:39:12 | 132.17 | 100% |