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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3788 | 2020-07-12 10:04:47 | 99.64 | 97% |
| 3723 | 2020-07-09 17:24:20 | 101.73 | 98% |
| 405 | 2019-09-30 11:09:48 | 85.31 | 97% |