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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5437 | 2018-06-02 08:22:33 | 86.87 | 99% |
3342 | 2017-09-15 23:57:10 | 78.11 | 98% |