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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8992 | 2018-04-06 06:33:49 | 73.32 | 97% |
| 7803 | 2017-07-30 20:33:55 | 76.75 | 98% |