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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1399 | 2019-06-12 02:50:44 | 185.02 | 99% |
207 | 2019-05-05 20:35:04 | 190.09 | 100% |