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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2114 | 2017-12-13 18:26:32 | 58.90 | 97% |
1198 | 2017-07-16 02:06:03 | 43.61 | 95% |