I'd always loved the house and its pretty white facade, the crisp black shutters framing the windows, the tawny cedar shingles on the roof; an old oak tree just to the right of the house in the front yard, exactly where it should be, a rope swing hanging from its limbs.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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7611 | 2020-04-05 18:53:24 | 99.88 | 99% |
6416 | 2019-12-03 14:43:56 | 102.84 | 99% |