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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4511 | 2019-12-31 06:52:28 | 136.34 | 99% |
| 3980 | 2019-11-13 17:46:55 | 140.35 | 98% |
| 3648 | 2019-09-15 22:38:52 | 130.29 | 99% |