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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 241 | 2020-08-13 04:56:13 | 62.35 | 95% |
| 224 | 2020-08-12 04:01:32 | 63.18 | 95% |