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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6406 | 2020-01-17 12:14:56 | 103.64 | 98% |
| 5746 | 2019-08-25 08:09:01 | 98.36 | 97% |
| 1006 | 2018-10-03 22:44:40 | 72.28 | 95% |