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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 533 | 2016-12-08 12:48:52 | 37.25 | 85% |
| 439 | 2016-11-26 11:50:52 | 35.93 | 91% |