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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12427 | 2017-12-26 00:40:44 | 133.23 | 97% |
| 11421 | 2017-11-11 02:33:26 | 105.48 | 97% |
| 10834 | 2017-10-05 23:41:34 | 128.52 | 98% |