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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8008 | 2017-07-21 17:38:36 | 101.86 | 99% |
| 7127 | 2017-07-02 21:43:31 | 98.58 | 100% |