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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 125 | 2017-03-03 06:24:18 | 93.04 | 96% |
| 45 | 2017-03-01 00:48:27 | 96.71 | 94% |