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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1209 | 2017-10-02 15:38:44 | 60.96 | 95% |
996 | 2017-09-29 16:14:59 | 57.03 | 95% |