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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9700 | 2020-12-14 18:36:51 | 147.03 | 99% |
5619 | 2020-02-27 20:30:32 | 112.89 | 97% |
686 | 2019-06-27 15:43:32 | 108.14 | 97% |