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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8558 | 2018-11-10 13:42:19 | 80.35 | 97% |
| 7263 | 2018-08-23 11:52:25 | 89.17 | 95% |
| 5599 | 2018-01-29 20:52:44 | 98.26 | 97% |