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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6637 | 2019-06-15 12:16:01 | 89.38 | 97% |
| 3122 | 2018-07-26 13:01:29 | 68.69 | 96% |
| 2719 | 2018-06-02 16:52:46 | 73.75 | 97% |