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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387 | 2016-04-25 05:09:56 | 82.44 | 90% |
7 | 2016-03-10 00:27:38 | 84.02 | 90% |