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 |
---|---|---|---|
66120 | 2018-02-23 19:37:02 | 152.60 | 97% |
65984 | 2018-02-20 23:48:01 | 155.48 | 98% |
64787 | 2018-02-10 18:33:54 | 137.53 | 97% |
64272 | 2018-02-07 14:21:43 | 162.49 | 98% |
63827 | 2018-02-04 22:58:08 | 176.78 | 100% |
63682 | 2018-02-03 16:39:14 | 147.44 | 97% |
58344 | 2018-01-07 21:04:26 | 163.31 | 99% |
55807 | 2017-12-10 12:57:05 | 156.72 | 99% |
55332 | 2017-08-17 16:57:28 | 154.14 | 98% |
53732 | 2017-08-07 16:53:08 | 180.65 | 100% |
53050 | 2017-08-04 13:59:59 | 149.68 | 97% |