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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1005 | 2010-03-12 19:01:21 | 55.02 | |
910 | 2010-01-19 23:02:15 | 57.62 | |
276 | 2009-02-05 19:44:43 | 50.18 |