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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1052 | 2018-05-03 15:56:39 | 105.74 | 98% |
664 | 2018-04-15 12:36:32 | 97.02 | 96% |