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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11177 | 2024-03-31 02:24:10 | 202.55 | 97.8% |
| 10722 | 2024-02-24 04:26:31 | 194.04 | 98.3% |
| 10656 | 2024-02-24 03:47:05 | 195.37 | 98.6% |
| 2965 | 2021-11-10 11:38:41 | 229.81 | 99% |
| 1494 | 2021-09-26 07:44:39 | 242.00 | 100% |