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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5233 | 2020-03-12 17:48:04 | 197.84 | 99% |
992 | 2018-10-05 00:18:16 | 190.68 | 100% |