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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 754 | 2018-12-13 17:04:27 | 37.05 | 91% |
| 166 | 2018-10-17 16:06:07 | 33.32 | 90% |