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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10709 | 2019-06-02 21:50:59 | 86.36 | 96% |
| 6800 | 2018-11-17 04:24:42 | 92.80 | 95% |
| 2920 | 2018-02-07 19:15:17 | 83.73 | 95% |