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 |
---|---|---|---|
2443 | 2018-05-11 15:37:29 | 116.62 | 98% |
1942 | 2018-04-16 15:28:17 | 116.80 | 98% |