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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1369 | 2017-06-02 01:33:31 | 76.88 | 95% |
| 838 | 2017-05-01 03:52:03 | 75.64 | 97% |