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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1603 | 2018-12-05 03:40:50 | 62.41 | 94% |
| 747 | 2018-09-29 13:31:09 | 64.89 | 98% |