Mature affection, homage, devotion, does not easily express itself. Its voice is low. It is modest and retiring, it lies in ambush, waits and waits. Such is the mature fruit. Sometimes a life glides away, and finds it still ripening in the shade.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 53 | 2017-11-12 04:54:22 | 59.42 | 95% |