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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8139 | 2021-07-22 08:00:10 | 135.25 | 99% |
| 7574 | 2021-04-09 06:46:24 | 124.43 | 98% |
| 4843 | 2021-01-29 10:04:28 | 119.45 | 97% |
| 3567 | 2020-12-13 10:50:19 | 123.52 | 98% |
| 2558 | 2020-11-18 08:47:57 | 118.89 | 98% |