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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 359 | 2017-02-13 22:30:49 | 93.34 | 90% |
| 125 | 2017-01-23 20:40:12 | 116.90 | 98% |