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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13331 | 2018-03-04 06:48:10 | 86.23 | 98% |
13007 | 2018-01-28 15:17:37 | 65.90 | 94% |