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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268 | 2019-10-29 10:02:34 | 72.75 | 94% |
208 | 2019-08-29 20:27:23 | 97.25 | 99% |