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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14581 | 2018-11-02 23:59:41 | 146.07 | 100% |
| 14490 | 2018-10-27 20:29:14 | 144.85 | 100% |