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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7097 | 2018-09-28 00:32:11 | 118.03 | 97% |
| 3167 | 2018-04-05 21:43:09 | 130.69 | 99% |
| 1659 | 2018-02-28 21:31:52 | 135.84 | 98% |