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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6689 | 2017-11-02 08:16:45 | 145.86 | 99% |
2196 | 2017-08-28 13:07:45 | 139.92 | 98% |