On the sidewalk across from me, near the entrance to a barbecue joint, some people were holding an old-fashioned revival meeting. The barbecue cook, wearing a dirty white apron, his conked hair reddish and metallic in the pale sun, and a cigarette between his lips, stood in the doorway, watching them. Kids and older people paused in their errands and stood there, along with some older men and a couple of very tough-looking women who watched everything that happened on the avenue, as though they owned it, or were maybe owned by it.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
---|---|---|---|
63684 | 2020-05-15 18:06:53 | 102.38 | 97% |
59538 | 2019-12-04 01:09:54 | 120.98 | 99% |
59301 | 2019-11-19 01:23:53 | 107.84 | 98% |
57197 | 2019-10-11 21:04:43 | 104.88 | 96% |
55444 | 2019-08-27 00:47:24 | 106.37 | 98% |
52165 | 2019-05-15 19:56:15 | 114.66 | 99% |
48391 | 2019-04-08 16:40:58 | 88.04 | 97% |
47393 | 2019-03-27 02:56:31 | 101.09 | 97% |
44569 | 2019-02-14 00:15:17 | 110.96 | 99% |
38517 | 2018-11-17 01:55:40 | 100.22 | 97% |
37878 | 2018-11-06 03:19:09 | 101.47 | 97% |
36694 | 2018-10-25 23:05:18 | 104.60 | 97% |
35061 | 2018-10-13 00:10:11 | 112.92 | 98% |
28925 | 2018-07-31 01:46:39 | 103.22 | 97% |
23001 | 2018-04-28 19:39:52 | 107.90 | 98% |
21515 | 2018-04-07 18:51:28 | 112.50 | 99% |
21328 | 2018-04-06 17:43:12 | 103.32 | 98% |
18912 | 2018-03-09 02:26:45 | 101.42 | 98% |