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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1298 | 2017-07-20 14:35:47 | 99.08 | 98% |
| 1006 | 2017-07-10 20:45:29 | 92.68 | 98% |