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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2762 | 2019-02-06 18:24:24 | 83.68 | 96% |
| 2167 | 2019-02-02 03:08:05 | 92.43 | 97% |
| 981 | 2017-12-13 05:06:12 | 86.94 | 97% |