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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 886 | 2017-12-07 16:57:04 | 30.96 | 91% |
| 653 | 2017-11-04 17:14:38 | 21.08 | 88% |