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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19456 | 2020-10-14 02:35:24 | 190.27 | 99% |
10047 | 2019-06-07 08:19:12 | 154.68 | 98% |