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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8807 | 2020-03-24 09:02:03 | 68.67 | 97% |
5291 | 2017-09-13 04:40:55 | 63.45 | 96% |