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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936 | 2021-02-07 21:09:38 | 96.65 | 99% |
691 | 2020-09-21 06:30:48 | 92.45 | 98% |