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 |
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3952 | 2019-04-01 23:25:54 | 162.59 | 98% |
1282 | 2019-01-31 00:01:26 | 187.17 | 100% |