We lose direction, no stone unturned, no tears to damn you when jealousy burns. Cold, cold heart, hard done by you. Some things look better, baby, just passing through.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1712 | 2019-12-31 00:53:52 | 44.74 | 97% |
| 523 | 2018-03-17 11:10:05 | 38.26 | 95% |