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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20063 | 2019-05-11 07:08:32 | 129.47 | 96% |
| 19875 | 2019-03-27 11:49:08 | 134.40 | 96% |
| 19173 | 2018-11-27 13:40:30 | 141.99 | 98% |
| 19107 | 2018-11-23 13:45:55 | 126.30 | 96% |