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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1645 | 2020-09-12 19:21:08 | 111.13 | 97% |
| 898 | 2020-08-27 12:20:13 | 118.23 | 99% |