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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951 | 2020-12-07 15:46:12 | 57.15 | 96% |
936 | 2020-12-05 18:00:07 | 59.65 | 96% |