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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3377 | 2020-05-12 20:38:23 | 113.66 | 99% |
| 2570 | 2018-11-19 16:46:41 | 108.82 | 99% |
| 2363 | 2018-09-03 19:40:29 | 99.94 | 98% |