I guess love's a funny thing the way it fades away without a warning. It doesn't ask to be excused and when it's gone - oh, it's gone. It ain't ever coming back. There is nothing you can do to save it. To make it breathe the way it did when you were sliding on the ring. Trust me, it's gone for good.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1962 | 2025-01-05 00:22:08 | 112.25 | 97.9% |
| 866 | 2024-10-25 22:44:54 | 83.58 | 93.4% |
| 592 | 2024-10-16 16:03:27 | 117.75 | 98.7% |