I'd always loved the house and its pretty white facade, the crisp black shutters framing the windows, the tawny cedar shingles on the roof; an old oak tree just to the right of the house in the front yard, exactly where it should be, a rope swing hanging from its limbs.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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21029 | 2020-07-26 10:08:45 | 125.17 | 99% |
20548 | 2020-07-19 18:51:44 | 125.22 | 100% |