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 |
---|---|---|---|
2219 | 2010-04-15 11:10:42 | 61.43 | |
1876 | 2010-03-11 12:17:45 | 56.84 | |
1162 | 2009-10-08 13:19:24 | 54.08 | |
804 | 2009-09-25 10:32:10 | 53.12 | |
454 | 2009-09-17 04:07:34 | 46.33 |