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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1765 | 2020-09-24 17:33:34 | 102.53 | 97% |
| 1395 | 2020-09-12 21:37:47 | 106.72 | 98% |