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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6441 | 2020-03-18 20:04:44 | 93.11 | 98% |
| 4123 | 2018-02-21 21:20:19 | 87.79 | 97% |
| 2675 | 2018-01-17 13:18:45 | 84.27 | 96% |
| 406 | 2017-12-17 17:29:56 | 79.31 | 98% |