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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913 | 2019-05-22 21:40:05 | 170.43 | 100% |
885 | 2019-05-21 00:24:35 | 171.28 | 99% |