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 |
---|---|---|---|
1505 | 2009-02-24 00:15:13 | 66.66 | |
1333 | 2009-02-08 06:08:05 | 60.74 | |
1275 | 2009-02-07 11:45:46 | 60.36 | |
1184 | 2009-02-02 03:32:21 | 64.40 | |
791 | 2009-01-21 09:30:26 | 59.28 | |
596 | 2009-01-17 14:41:43 | 49.04 |