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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17247 | 2019-04-16 08:27:43 | 155.24 | 96% |
| 14844 | 2018-05-18 15:19:41 | 140.07 | 99% |