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 |
---|---|---|---|
2538 | 2020-11-11 00:21:59 | 138.85 | 98% |
476 | 2018-12-09 04:24:52 | 93.86 | 95% |