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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6769 | 2019-10-09 18:21:41 | 88.60 | 99% |
6418 | 2019-08-08 15:17:22 | 91.91 | 98% |