You roared into the driveway of our southwestern ranch-style house, on a new Kawasaki. All yellow and black, fresh out of the showroom. Our house faced west, so the big orange sun positioned at your back lit up your magnificent silhouette. How much better can my life get? Nine hundred cubic centimeters of raw whining power, no outstanding warrants for my arrest. The pirate's life for me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 249 | 2020-11-14 10:15:15 | 152.46 | 98% |