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 |
---|---|---|---|
1175 | 2010-12-17 18:24:03 | 91.75 | |
1119 | 2010-07-03 19:48:14 | 111.49 | |
1097 | 2010-07-03 10:00:04 | 100.42 | |
1034 | 2010-07-01 09:57:55 | 113.21 | |
549 | 2009-01-08 05:10:10 | 110.59 |