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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763 | 2018-08-22 17:29:57 | 98.74 | 96% |
367 | 2018-08-10 16:17:06 | 107.03 | 99% |