She's got eyes of the bluest skies as if they thought of rain. I hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain. Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place where as a child I'd hide and pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 308 | 2009-11-19 20:09:28 | 90.82 | |
| 205 | 2009-11-19 16:38:27 | 90.92 |