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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2625 | 2020-01-28 17:40:17 | 113.46 | 98% |
| 1548 | 2019-09-17 20:46:56 | 102.30 | 98% |
| 1303 | 2019-08-25 10:04:53 | 111.90 | 100% |