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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 646 | 2017-11-30 14:57:34 | 38.83 | 95% |
| 397 | 2017-11-22 14:23:33 | 36.39 | 95% |