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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 583 | 2020-08-14 10:16:09 | 78.53 | 99% |
| 578 | 2020-08-14 10:09:10 | 70.02 | 98% |