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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393 | 2020-04-15 02:25:36 | 117.91 | 98% |
283 | 2020-04-11 11:18:48 | 106.60 | 97% |