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 |
---|---|---|---|
1953 | 2019-04-11 17:44:16 | 91.12 | 95% |
1217 | 2019-03-26 15:30:42 | 99.59 | 97% |