She's got eyes of the bluest skies as if they thought of rain. I hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain. Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place where as a child I'd hide and pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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134 | 2009-07-31 18:00:09 | 93.24 | |
122 | 2009-07-31 17:49:11 | 101.31 |