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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3192 | 2020-02-11 00:11:01 | 147.06 | 98% |
| 1898 | 2019-02-02 19:12:05 | 141.70 | 98% |
| 1003 | 2017-09-25 23:29:59 | 141.97 | 99% |