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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3224 | 2020-11-17 01:17:59 | 110.27 | 98% |
587 | 2018-03-23 02:45:38 | 89.84 | 97% |