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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3976 | 2021-03-08 12:10:57 | 61.84 | 96% |
| 938 | 2020-08-16 13:36:43 | 36.61 | 93% |