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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 693 | 2017-07-07 08:57:23 | 55.30 | 96% |
| 691 | 2017-07-07 02:09:42 | 71.27 | 98% |