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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9361 | 2018-10-14 07:24:44 | 135.52 | 98% |
| 8259 | 2018-08-26 20:17:42 | 137.73 | 97% |
| 6292 | 2018-05-08 00:54:58 | 153.73 | 98% |
| 3914 | 2018-02-09 02:59:31 | 154.80 | 99% |
| 2940 | 2018-01-01 21:05:36 | 154.22 | 99% |