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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2106 | 2020-01-11 11:18:23 | 66.27 | 97% |
| 1783 | 2020-01-05 16:27:30 | 60.93 | 98% |