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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6429 | 2020-12-03 10:19:00 | 148.36 | 99% |
| 2083 | 2020-06-16 12:25:08 | 150.63 | 100% |