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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11241 | 2019-11-11 03:15:53 | 80.66 | 96% |
9725 | 2019-01-11 01:17:33 | 83.45 | 96% |