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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377 | 2020-08-31 22:16:37 | 203.58 | 100% |
128 | 2020-08-18 02:54:04 | 193.28 | 100% |