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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6205 | 2019-08-07 16:52:43 | 86.01 | 98% |
| 5169 | 2018-11-19 15:29:42 | 81.31 | 97% |
| 4116 | 2018-09-03 09:29:49 | 82.30 | 97% |