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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16387 | 2019-02-26 03:06:26 | 116.67 | 99% |
| 15651 | 2019-01-31 18:39:31 | 116.85 | 100% |
| 14854 | 2019-01-10 01:43:26 | 110.61 | 99% |
| 13740 | 2018-11-05 02:48:01 | 111.99 | 99% |