Every time I think of you I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue. It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find, living a life that I can't leave behind. There's no sense in telling me the wisdom of a fool won't set you free. But that's the way that it goes, and it's what nobody knows, while every day my confusion grows.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
---|---|---|---|
1787 | 2009-06-07 15:45:48 | 42.40 | |
1401 | 2009-05-28 12:15:18 | 47.78 | |
1383 | 2009-05-28 09:35:46 | 41.66 | |
932 | 2009-05-10 18:53:12 | 35.80 | |
909 | 2009-05-10 14:54:16 | 51.43 | |
293 | 2009-04-26 10:43:48 | 44.27 |