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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20084 | 2024-04-13 14:19:01 | 200.44 | 99.5% |
| 4878 | 2019-03-26 16:58:18 | 161.33 | 98% |