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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3783 | 2018-08-03 11:48:02 | 145.97 | 99% |
| 2119 | 2018-06-16 18:57:10 | 162.50 | 100% |