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 |
---|---|---|---|
2820 | 2010-11-01 09:13:56 | 66.19 | |
2167 | 2010-07-17 09:38:47 | 64.39 | |
2084 | 2010-07-03 07:32:40 | 66.97 | |
1813 | 2010-05-17 02:45:01 | 68.68 | |
1616 | 2010-04-16 02:27:29 | 52.65 | |
1557 | 2010-04-02 04:54:58 | 57.54 |