There's a lullaby, saving us a riot. Giving back the time, stilling my desire. She knows it's mad, the snow's come back. The rose unburned, the page unturned. Dust your conscience off, you'd better stop. This stubborn mind don't feel too kind. I'll find out why it's in her eyes...
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 244 | 2019-11-07 20:25:11 | 88.41 | 97% |
| 112 | 2019-11-05 01:21:07 | 87.20 | 97% |