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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3258 | 2018-06-28 18:13:34 | 80.34 | 98% |
2837 | 2018-01-12 14:48:56 | 68.95 | 97% |