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 |
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17636 | 2018-07-19 20:39:46 | 118.59 | 97% |
13298 | 2017-11-17 01:47:18 | 139.02 | 98% |
12718 | 2017-11-02 09:19:55 | 142.95 | 98% |
9864 | 2017-08-01 16:48:05 | 143.30 | 99% |