Come sail your ships around me and burn your bridges down. We make a little history, baby, every time you come around. Come loose your dogs upon me and let your hair hang down. You are a little mystery to me every time you come around. We talk about it all night long, we define our moral ground. But when I crawl into your arms everything comes tumbling down.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10584 | 2024-04-14 18:45:38 | 127.45 | 97.5% |
| 9868 | 2024-03-27 17:59:41 | 102.09 | 95.7% |
| 9686 | 2024-03-23 22:20:44 | 121.28 | 97.5% |
| 8373 | 2024-01-25 21:18:49 | 116.09 | 97.3% |
| 8351 | 2024-01-25 15:39:49 | 115.55 | 96.4% |
| 2883 | 2021-05-11 18:29:13 | 96.07 | 96% |