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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11469 | 2025-04-08 14:15:16 | 123.28 | 98% |
| 8685 | 2020-06-21 00:52:02 | 126.32 | 97% |
| 5695 | 2019-06-15 12:15:43 | 127.98 | 97% |
| 4358 | 2019-04-24 16:47:42 | 120.38 | 98% |