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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1596 | 2017-05-15 20:02:59 | 124.22 | 90% |
| 1262 | 2017-04-28 17:33:06 | 128.67 | 94% |