She came into a room; she stood, as he had often seen her, in a doorway with lots of people round her. But it was Clarissa one remembered. Not that she was striking; not beautiful at all; there was nothing picturesque about her; she never said anything specially clever; there she was however; there she was.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 926 | 2018-04-03 21:42:06 | 65.97 | 97% |
| 332 | 2017-03-11 22:18:47 | 42.39 | 90% |