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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4749 | 2020-06-12 10:11:19 | 130.24 | 96% |
| 3674 | 2020-03-08 18:48:57 | 158.55 | 99% |
| 1954 | 2020-01-04 00:00:58 | 144.15 | 98% |