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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6283 | 2020-10-29 05:43:35 | 124.42 | 98% |
428 | 2019-06-28 15:24:43 | 100.55 | 98% |