Out on the wiley, windy moors we'd roll and fall in green. You had a temper like my jealousy: Too hot, too greedy. How could you leave me when I needed to possess you? I hated you, I loved you too.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 328004 | 2024-02-05 04:13:45 | 123.97 | 98.1% |
| 328003 | 2024-02-05 04:13:20 | 125.92 | 98.1% |