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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1456 | 2020-04-06 11:12:44 | 69.08 | 97% |
| 955 | 2020-03-15 01:09:13 | 63.49 | 95% |