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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4025 | 2018-12-04 03:43:56 | 123.66 | 98% |
| 3240 | 2018-11-27 22:05:57 | 121.04 | 99% |