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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3260 | 2020-11-04 03:53:24 | 102.25 | 99% |
1375 | 2020-07-02 04:45:31 | 102.06 | 99% |
546 | 2020-06-18 12:34:19 | 108.36 | 100% |