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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24027 | 2020-06-12 12:45:27 | 116.44 | 100% |
| 19403 | 2017-07-19 11:58:46 | 91.56 | 98% |