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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6009 | 2024-09-17 16:11:33 | 109.15 | 97.6% |
| 4615 | 2024-08-15 20:09:26 | 118.39 | 98.2% |
| 4360 | 2024-08-09 22:11:59 | 114.73 | 97.9% |
| 3447 | 2023-12-12 17:49:18 | 111.38 | 97.2% |
| 2161 | 2023-09-13 04:55:28 | 101.10 | 96.9% |