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 |
---|---|---|---|
17981 | 2020-11-22 01:45:50 | 130.58 | 98% |
15644 | 2020-11-03 21:14:41 | 133.12 | 98% |
12673 | 2020-09-30 03:21:39 | 135.27 | 99% |
8069 | 2020-08-15 23:39:35 | 112.89 | 99% |
3246 | 2020-06-03 19:54:55 | 103.23 | 98% |