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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1882 | 2018-04-26 21:39:27 | 105.76 | 98% |
| 28 | 2017-06-10 17:57:00 | 82.67 | 97% |