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 |
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3392 | 2019-01-17 19:15:01 | 115.40 | 98% |
1632 | 2017-10-08 19:03:13 | 98.54 | 97% |
1317 | 2017-09-12 20:18:04 | 95.63 | 97% |