Every time I think of you I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue. It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find, living a life that I can't leave behind. There's no sense in telling me the wisdom of a fool won't set you free. But that's the way that it goes, and it's what nobody knows, while every day my confusion grows.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
---|---|---|---|
1197 | 2011-02-06 23:48:07 | 60.64 | |
941 | 2011-02-04 00:09:01 | 61.62 | |
120 | 2011-01-26 16:21:49 | 54.99 |