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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2496 | 2019-12-02 18:24:21 | 53.08 | 95% |
836 | 2018-08-08 18:56:10 | 34.45 | 96% |