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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2446 | 2018-12-01 02:56:31 | 124.58 | 97% |
| 870 | 2018-09-24 20:27:37 | 126.17 | 97% |