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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 764 | 2018-09-27 00:37:04 | 125.01 | 99% |
| 312 | 2018-09-07 22:42:11 | 128.28 | 99% |
| 1 | 2018-08-27 21:06:28 | 138.05 | 99% |