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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22357 | 2020-12-02 16:23:48 | 126.14 | 98% |
7862 | 2019-02-15 01:51:34 | 150.34 | 99% |
2271 | 2018-11-19 14:36:28 | 155.27 | 99% |