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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1216 | 2021-01-02 01:30:54 | 68.57 | 95% |
| 405 | 2020-11-02 03:29:42 | 69.22 | 97% |