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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 278 | 2017-04-18 13:54:38 | 73.80 | 92% |
| 269 | 2017-04-17 19:02:35 | 76.14 | 95% |