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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1117 | 2017-06-26 18:21:12 | 46.97 | 98% |
| 751 | 2017-06-12 14:41:09 | 58.72 | 98% |