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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4699 | 2017-08-05 05:22:18 | 144.92 | 99% |
| 4666 | 2017-08-05 04:10:42 | 140.00 | 98% |
| 4486 | 2017-08-03 22:08:29 | 142.28 | 99% |