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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19918 | 2020-05-17 03:06:43 | 140.52 | 99% |
| 11127 | 2019-01-22 00:39:15 | 144.37 | 100% |
| 993 | 2017-09-27 09:53:48 | 108.82 | 98% |