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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6149 | 2018-01-12 09:36:12 | 127.55 | 99% |
| 5244 | 2017-12-12 05:55:09 | 119.67 | 99% |
| 2391 | 2017-08-18 09:44:40 | 121.26 | 99% |