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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5102 | 2019-11-24 00:30:46 | 56.64 | 95% |
| 1438 | 2019-08-16 23:28:49 | 36.38 | 93% |