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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1257 | 2017-03-27 21:40:34 | 83.94 | 94% |
| 1162 | 2017-03-09 05:43:21 | 79.45 | 95% |