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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11314 | 2019-09-12 13:30:06 | 84.63 | 99% |
10800 | 2019-04-16 13:56:57 | 77.92 | 99% |