So it's all come back round to breaking apart again. Breaking apart like I'm made up of glass again. Making it up behind my back again. Holding my breath for the fear of sleep again. Holding it up behind my head again. Cut in deep to the heart of the bone again. Round and round and round and it's coming apart again. Over and over and over.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 518 | 2011-06-02 21:31:19 | 64.57 | 92% |
| 446 | 2011-06-01 22:39:29 | 65.70 | 95% |
| 338 | 2011-05-31 19:36:58 | 63.44 | 93% |