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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9973 | 2017-04-28 19:22:38 | 134.85 | 98% |
| 9716 | 2017-04-20 21:58:01 | 125.88 | 95% |