Every morning when he'd come to pick you up, I would look forward to it all night long in bed next to you. Those nights when you were actually in the bed. And he would ring the doorbell - I felt like my heart would come out of my chest. He would smile, and we'd talk, and then you would come down the stairs. And I felt probably like someone who was terminally ill and somehow they managed to forget it for a minute. And then it all comes back!
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10329 | 2020-11-04 20:47:46 | 121.01 | 98% |
| 6313 | 2020-07-25 20:41:02 | 112.43 | 98% |
| 5994 | 2020-07-23 19:52:30 | 115.99 | 98% |
| 5362 | 2020-07-18 21:58:38 | 122.33 | 98% |
| 521 | 2020-04-27 03:27:23 | 93.14 | 98% |