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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268 | 2019-03-14 10:26:31 | 45.09 | 95% |
48 | 2019-03-08 08:19:15 | 44.31 | 95% |