Each day I sat on the verandah with my uncle and cousins looking toward the city. We had stopped listening to the storytelling cassette, as curfews started before dark. My uncle laughed less and less, and sighed more and more. We continued to hope that things would change, but they kept getting worse.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1119 | 2020-11-06 20:23:33 | 195.86 | 99% |