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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1855 | 2020-02-10 13:51:13 | 105.60 | 97% |
| 1433 | 2019-11-30 07:46:09 | 121.52 | 99% |