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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11035 | 2019-10-10 19:49:21 | 125.63 | 99% |
9623 | 2018-10-22 16:35:39 | 131.86 | 99% |
4376 | 2017-11-08 20:25:26 | 125.49 | 98% |