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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17089 | 2019-03-29 07:27:32 | 155.88 | 99% |
| 16371 | 2018-11-27 13:40:26 | 159.73 | 99% |
| 15047 | 2018-05-22 07:46:06 | 169.01 | 99% |
| 6728 | 2017-11-02 09:19:52 | 153.43 | 98% |