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 |
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496 | 2020-11-26 14:17:05 | 104.62 | 99% |
406 | 2020-10-06 12:22:47 | 87.06 | 96% |