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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12047 | 2019-08-30 19:50:40 | 157.18 | 99% |
| 5457 | 2018-04-09 03:03:30 | 181.56 | 100% |