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 |
---|---|---|---|
23489 | 2020-07-16 04:48:37 | 133.71 | 97% |
20471 | 2020-06-12 02:37:56 | 124.70 | 98% |
10436 | 2020-04-10 11:47:19 | 135.94 | 99% |
8729 | 2020-03-17 03:23:34 | 107.99 | 97% |