On rainy afternoons, embroidering with a group of friends on the begonia porch, she would lose the thread of the conversation and a tear of nostalgia would salt her palate when she saw the strips of damp earth and the piles of mud that the earthworms had pushed up in the garden.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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1634 | 2017-12-07 06:15:04 | 112.94 | 99% |
700 | 2017-11-09 20:37:37 | 103.88 | 99% |