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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1778 | 2018-01-17 10:08:34 | 38.60 | 95% |
763 | 2017-05-03 11:19:19 | 44.31 | 95% |