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 |
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4994 | 2020-12-17 08:41:48 | 139.37 | 99% |
4479 | 2020-12-04 12:19:26 | 139.92 | 99% |