I hope you will love your baby. I hope it will be a boy. That husband of yours, I hope, will always treat you well, because otherwise my specter shall come out of him, like black smoke, like a demented giant, and pull him apart nerve by nerve.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 365 | 2017-11-13 00:06:17 | 117.64 | 100% |
| 191 | 2017-11-07 18:47:16 | 116.28 | 100% |