She came into a room; she stood, as he had often seen her, in a doorway with lots of people round her. But it was Clarissa one remembered. Not that she was striking; not beautiful at all; there was nothing picturesque about her; she never said anything specially clever; there she was however; there she was.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 368 | 2019-09-15 22:02:19 | 112.98 | 98% |
| 310 | 2019-09-06 11:01:55 | 130.55 | 99% |