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 |
---|---|---|---|
991 | 2012-06-28 07:56:27 | 59.28 | 95% |
987 | 2012-06-28 07:49:47 | 57.20 | 94% |
716 | 2012-06-16 00:42:07 | 46.37 | 89% |