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 |
---|---|---|---|
1410 | 2009-04-28 14:20:33 | 85.06 | |
857 | 2009-04-19 16:36:28 | 102.89 | |
268 | 2009-04-12 05:34:59 | 102.34 | |
152 | 2009-04-09 10:36:32 | 89.84 |