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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 499 | 2017-03-17 06:17:43 | 39.32 | 92% |
| 395 | 2017-03-15 13:44:15 | 33.12 | 81% |