I get up when I want, except on Wednesdays when I get rudely awakened by the dustmen. I put my trousers on, have a cup of tea, and I think about leaving me house. I feed the pigeons, I sometimes feed the sparrows, too. It gives me a sense of enormous well-being. And then I'm happy for the rest of the day, safe in the knowledge there will always be a bit of my heart devoted to it.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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376 | 2020-12-17 15:14:53 | 77.54 | 98% |
277 | 2020-12-03 02:32:49 | 61.89 | 96% |