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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1664 | 2020-03-04 08:41:25 | 73.95 | 96% |
| 331 | 2019-09-21 07:45:18 | 59.84 | 96% |