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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5506 | 2018-05-30 20:28:28 | 110.59 | 99% |
| 3053 | 2018-02-21 13:12:18 | 118.75 | 99% |
| 925 | 2017-11-23 23:09:57 | 95.22 | 98% |