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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9279 | 2020-06-11 06:27:12 | 74.51 | 97% |
| 9150 | 2020-04-16 00:43:45 | 70.22 | 97% |