On rainy afternoons, embroidering with a group of friends on the begonia porch, she would lose the thread of the conversation and a tear of nostalgia would salt her palate when she saw the strips of damp earth and the piles of mud that the earthworms had pushed up in the garden.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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2380 | 2018-03-02 19:30:49 | 115.32 | 98% |
1006 | 2017-05-20 23:25:49 | 125.46 | 98% |