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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25825 | 2017-09-20 15:41:32 | 127.45 | 99% |
| 24180 | 2017-07-21 18:00:41 | 125.91 | 99% |