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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2980 | 2021-08-12 10:08:06 | 65.63 | 97% |
| 2976 | 2021-08-12 10:02:01 | 67.49 | 98% |