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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2238 | 2010-10-03 05:45:23 | 88.28 | |
1865 | 2010-07-29 04:36:55 | 90.57 | |
1724 | 2010-07-19 02:26:24 | 92.24 | |
1424 | 2010-06-17 23:34:15 | 80.29 |