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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4892 | 2020-06-23 16:26:09 | 129.69 | 99% |
| 4361 | 2020-05-25 02:14:52 | 128.62 | 98% |
| 683 | 2020-02-26 16:46:34 | 124.64 | 99% |
| 670 | 2020-02-26 05:22:46 | 113.21 | 98% |