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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2429 | 2020-11-12 05:50:59 | 88.61 | 97% |
| 821 | 2020-08-27 00:02:02 | 54.22 | 96% |