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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1645 | 2025-10-13 23:53:20 | 132.53 | 99% |
| 1604 | 2025-10-09 21:08:02 | 134.88 | 99% |
| 670 | 2025-09-17 15:12:00 | 113.41 | 99% |
| 442 | 2025-09-12 19:31:27 | 122.86 | 99% |