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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2404 | 2017-10-31 12:15:18 | 60.33 | 94% |
| 2349 | 2017-10-24 18:58:57 | 37.49 | 94% |