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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679 | 2018-12-29 17:59:41 | 85.06 | 97% |
493 | 2018-12-27 20:56:52 | 89.13 | 98% |