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 |
---|---|---|---|
2156 | 2010-06-29 16:04:33 | 48.21 | |
2038 | 2010-06-17 14:59:34 | 46.35 | |
1840 | 2010-06-04 13:35:12 | 48.92 | |
1625 | 2010-05-20 13:02:57 | 41.37 | |
1462 | 2010-05-10 15:40:57 | 43.46 |