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 |
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1179 | 2020-07-31 20:48:51 | 63.06 | 99% |
622 | 2020-07-29 15:01:15 | 60.20 | 98% |