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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 484 | 2020-01-19 17:49:13 | 65.93 | 96% |
| 391 | 2020-01-11 17:21:29 | 61.19 | 95% |