He pushed the picture out of his mind. It was a false memory. He was troubled by false memories occasionally. They did not matter so long as one knew them for what they were. Some things had happened, others had not happened. He turned back to the chessboard and picked up the white knight again. Almost in the same instant it dropped onto the board with a clatter. He had started as though a pin had run into him.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 121 | 2019-02-03 07:26:55 | 192.77 | 98% |
| 41 | 2019-02-03 01:21:45 | 199.29 | 99% |