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 |
---|---|---|---|
894 | 2010-09-01 01:42:14 | 95.68 | |
846 | 2010-08-28 23:22:12 | 89.88 | |
506 | 2010-08-08 03:07:40 | 83.76 |