I was assailed by memories of a life that wasn't mine anymore, but one in which I'd found the simplest and most lasting joys: the smells of summer, the part of town I loved, a certain evening sky, Marie's dresses and the way she laughed.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1889 | 2017-06-29 09:32:19 | 58.18 | 98% |
| 395 | 2017-02-08 12:35:58 | 36.17 | 93% |