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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362 | 2009-06-23 01:31:18 | 90.54 | |
130 | 2009-06-16 02:02:31 | 91.84 | |
55 | 2009-05-29 18:47:17 | 93.70 |