She came into a room; she stood, as he had often seen her, in a doorway with lots of people round her. But it was Clarissa one remembered. Not that she was striking; not beautiful at all; there was nothing picturesque about her; she never said anything specially clever; there she was however; there she was.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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16280 | 2019-02-15 02:29:29 | 108.40 | 100% |
15204 | 2019-01-21 05:58:56 | 110.07 | 99% |