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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1047 | 2019-08-22 00:51:42 | 54.24 | 98% |
381 | 2019-08-19 00:04:52 | 50.51 | 99% |