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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2795 | 2019-03-22 17:04:34 | 74.15 | 97% |
29 | 2018-03-22 16:52:38 | 62.10 | 97% |