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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12594 | 2018-05-15 10:45:03 | 113.79 | 98% |
| 12534 | 2018-05-12 16:15:11 | 132.82 | 100% |