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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2791 | 2020-01-14 05:20:32 | 86.80 | 99% |
| 1912 | 2019-01-03 15:50:36 | 78.75 | 98% |
| 1717 | 2018-11-24 16:03:27 | 69.47 | 97% |