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 |
---|---|---|---|
1754 | 2009-12-13 00:24:33 | 87.72 | |
1685 | 2009-12-12 21:26:51 | 88.53 | |
1568 | 2009-12-11 04:11:43 | 91.54 | |
1091 | 2009-12-06 07:54:49 | 97.34 | |
470 | 2009-11-23 08:21:22 | 81.90 |