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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8063 | 2020-06-07 03:09:03 | 153.62 | 98% |
4585 | 2017-07-02 08:22:34 | 149.84 | 99% |