She came into a room; she stood, as he had often seen her, in a doorway with lots of people round her. But it was Clarissa one remembered. Not that she was striking; not beautiful at all; there was nothing picturesque about her; she never said anything specially clever; there she was however; there she was.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2549 | 2017-07-12 17:46:33 | 120.96 | 98% |
| 2303 | 2017-06-17 22:19:34 | 121.42 | 98% |