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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1477 | 2017-08-10 20:03:46 | 63.45 | 98% |
| 383 | 2017-04-15 19:00:59 | 35.64 | 87% |