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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 896 | 2018-09-10 11:56:11 | 110.77 | 99% |
| 216 | 2018-08-30 15:09:13 | 112.86 | 99% |