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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29434 | 2018-02-19 10:02:12 | 141.67 | 99% |
| 29058 | 2018-01-06 09:37:57 | 137.66 | 98% |