It was odd, she thought, how if one was alone, one leant to inanimate things; trees, streams, flowers; felt they expressed one; felt they became one; felt they knew one, in a sense were one; felt an irrational tenderness thus (she looked at that long steady light) as for oneself.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 328175 | 2024-02-07 02:28:57 | 141.32 | 99% |
| 328174 | 2024-02-07 02:28:20 | 119.81 | 97.5% |