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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802 | 2017-09-08 03:29:05 | 71.67 | 98% |
184 | 2017-08-21 04:04:49 | 64.79 | 97% |