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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20899 | 2020-05-29 20:47:45 | 75.66 | 98% |
20642 | 2020-04-12 14:34:44 | 70.66 | 98% |