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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1873 | 2020-03-21 04:39:59 | 88.86 | 98% |
| 374 | 2019-02-19 01:00:19 | 98.21 | 99% |