The lane widened, and in a minute he came to the footpath she had told him of, a mere cattle-track which plunged between the bushes. He had no watch, but it could not be fifteen yet. The bluebells were so thick underfoot that it was impossible not to tread on them. He knelt down and began picking some partly to pass the time away, but also from a vague idea that he would like to have a bunch of flowers to offer to the girl when they met.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 46 | 2019-02-03 02:26:48 | 138.19 | 98% |