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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19026 | 2018-02-02 09:22:05 | 123.28 | 98% |
16724 | 2018-01-21 06:37:08 | 115.96 | 98% |