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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615 | 2019-11-01 00:56:11 | 108.22 | 96% |
144 | 2019-10-06 19:54:51 | 101.48 | 98% |