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 |
---|---|---|---|
2378 | 2011-04-26 15:04:18 | 58.07 | |
2344 | 2011-04-25 16:30:51 | 58.49 | |
2152 | 2011-04-08 15:33:04 | 56.48 | |
1890 | 2011-03-18 15:55:23 | 56.33 | |
1644 | 2011-02-23 15:41:47 | 55.36 | |
1486 | 2011-01-27 15:43:36 | 57.01 |