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 |
---|---|---|---|
1802 | 2011-02-19 22:38:12 | 90.38 | |
1795 | 2011-02-19 22:17:15 | 84.77 | |
1564 | 2011-02-04 23:06:17 | 93.48 | |
1508 | 2011-02-04 19:04:21 | 81.06 | |
1201 | 2011-01-21 20:23:11 | 65.37 | |
1063 | 2011-01-15 14:59:51 | 82.74 |