I'd always loved the house and its pretty white facade, the crisp black shutters framing the windows, the tawny cedar shingles on the roof; an old oak tree just to the right of the house in the front yard, exactly where it should be, a rope swing hanging from its limbs.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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797 | 2019-06-26 17:37:38 | 91.17 | 100% |
753 | 2019-06-22 16:08:13 | 86.44 | 100% |