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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 962 | 2017-05-31 20:26:26 | 89.65 | 94% |
| 189 | 2017-05-12 17:08:51 | 87.47 | 94% |