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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 621 | 2017-07-13 05:44:17 | 32.98 | 98% |
| 600 | 2017-07-12 19:34:29 | 32.58 | 98% |