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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 362 | 2017-07-24 18:54:47 | 51.31 | 97% |
| 336 | 2017-07-20 19:13:50 | 47.13 | 94% |