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 |
---|---|---|---|
7452 | 2020-08-08 18:06:54 | 99.52 | 99% |
6292 | 2020-06-18 17:36:30 | 97.12 | 99% |
2930 | 2019-10-25 18:52:23 | 90.90 | 98% |