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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10295 | 2020-05-26 22:28:56 | 114.64 | 99% |
| 4265 | 2019-06-25 21:45:46 | 92.13 | 97% |