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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 36318 | 2018-11-02 15:11:48 | 110.58 | 97% |
| 34896 | 2018-08-13 03:28:34 | 104.28 | 98% |