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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10611 | 2018-10-19 22:32:32 | 147.80 | 100% |
| 6751 | 2018-08-12 03:22:52 | 159.90 | 100% |
| 5936 | 2018-07-12 13:52:06 | 117.92 | 96% |