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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3370 | 2018-06-14 21:05:39 | 99.11 | 99% |
| 2619 | 2017-07-30 15:49:16 | 94.72 | 98% |