Every time I think of you I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue. It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find, living a life that I can't leave behind. There's no sense in telling me the wisdom of a fool won't set you free. But that's the way that it goes, and it's what nobody knows, while every day my confusion grows.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
---|---|---|---|
1651 | 2009-06-23 14:09:54 | 72.61 | |
1354 | 2009-03-03 17:10:00 | 91.40 | |
1290 | 2009-02-20 23:31:13 | 101.19 | |
1256 | 2009-02-13 13:50:09 | 97.34 |