When the snow is on our mind, rows and rows and lines and lines. In the haze of your fixation, we all crave for you, we all crave. And you can kill the wildest thing, but when you murder it's a sin. In the midst of your conviction, we all crave for you, we all crave.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2489 | 2021-11-10 10:13:36 | 105.70 | 100% |