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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 330 | 2020-08-08 03:17:07 | 143.05 | 99% |
| 294 | 2020-08-01 03:51:05 | 132.51 | 99% |