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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 420 | 2018-09-13 09:56:43 | 87.48 | 98% |
| 156 | 2018-09-07 07:17:25 | 79.81 | 97% |