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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1024 | 2020-04-02 08:31:26 | 68.68 | 95% |
149 | 2019-08-18 10:20:22 | 50.97 | 93% |