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 |
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39121 | 2020-01-26 18:06:47 | 114.51 | 99% |
35359 | 2019-05-04 00:25:40 | 102.65 | 97% |