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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5347 | 2018-11-28 10:09:34 | 104.98 | 99% |
| 3071 | 2018-09-30 07:17:47 | 82.70 | 98% |