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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6509 | 2020-12-14 03:12:06 | 115.17 | 99% |
| 5365 | 2020-12-06 15:33:09 | 96.15 | 98% |
| 4574 | 2020-12-02 15:29:09 | 100.34 | 97% |