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 |
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300 | 2020-04-18 16:09:31 | 48.95 | 95% |
66 | 2020-03-31 08:17:59 | 60.00 | 96% |