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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913 | 2020-11-04 17:03:38 | 97.71 | 98% |
319 | 2020-09-23 01:00:42 | 102.04 | 100% |