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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656 | 2017-02-17 02:32:14 | 105.74 | 90% |
405 | 2017-02-13 16:30:18 | 119.24 | 95% |