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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20166 | 2019-10-05 17:10:22 | 182.81 | 100% |
19931 | 2018-04-19 22:09:39 | 202.98 | 100% |
19848 | 2018-04-18 03:55:16 | 202.33 | 100% |