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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1065 | 2020-11-02 18:01:06 | 109.78 | 97% |
700 | 2020-10-06 02:41:04 | 112.38 | 97% |