We lose direction, no stone unturned, no tears to damn you when jealousy burns. Cold, cold heart, hard done by you. Some things look better, baby, just passing through.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16797 | 2018-01-09 10:46:43 | 92.70 | 96% |
| 15731 | 2017-11-16 12:04:38 | 108.27 | 98% |