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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1001 | 2019-12-23 15:06:55 | 53.63 | 95% |
| 639 | 2019-12-06 18:55:46 | 48.03 | 95% |