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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491 | 2017-06-05 18:22:38 | 58.31 | 98% |
473 | 2017-06-05 15:57:12 | 57.05 | 99% |