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 |
---|---|---|---|
2139 | 2009-11-08 23:11:26 | 76.41 | |
1394 | 2009-10-12 20:20:28 | 90.37 | |
1336 | 2009-10-12 13:30:14 | 88.12 | |
1330 | 2009-10-12 13:24:05 | 92.70 | |
858 | 2009-09-19 16:50:47 | 86.79 | |
209 | 2009-09-14 15:23:03 | 87.50 |