It was odd, she thought, how if one was alone, one leant to inanimate things; trees, streams, flowers; felt they expressed one; felt they became one; felt they knew one, in a sense were one; felt an irrational tenderness thus (she looked at that long steady light) as for oneself.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1001028 | 2024-01-29 19:18:27 | 162.48 | 99.3% |