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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1255 | 2018-02-20 15:19:03 | 96.17 | 98% |
| 720 | 2018-01-23 15:16:47 | 94.29 | 97% |
| 127 | 2017-12-19 14:53:19 | 91.03 | 98% |