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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7022 | 2019-04-15 20:46:51 | 79.71 | 100% |
6656 | 2019-03-04 20:51:27 | 65.42 | 98% |