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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 544 | 2019-03-27 01:07:43 | 74.80 | 95% |
| 243 | 2018-11-13 00:35:23 | 68.82 | 95% |