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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757 | 2017-12-07 13:36:15 | 111.87 | 98% |
505 | 2017-11-10 16:37:09 | 106.83 | 97% |