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 |
---|---|---|---|
1615 | 2009-11-19 10:28:04 | 75.51 | |
1359 | 2009-10-25 19:31:08 | 94.94 | |
314 | 2009-04-13 13:13:03 | 86.32 | |
50 | 2009-03-16 12:52:20 | 85.93 |