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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1612 | 2019-01-28 10:04:03 | 46.07 | 91% |
| 717 | 2018-12-25 06:45:56 | 42.01 | 94% |