Every time I think of you I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue. It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find, living a life that I can't leave behind. There's no sense in telling me the wisdom of a fool won't set you free. But that's the way that it goes, and it's what nobody knows, while every day my confusion grows.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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517 | 2014-03-04 14:26:48 | 58.90 | 88% |
257 | 2014-02-05 20:07:01 | 58.08 | 87% |