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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7111 | 2024-05-30 19:57:37 | 109.57 | 98.7% |
| 6687 | 2024-05-23 19:39:15 | 111.40 | 98.4% |
| 3055 | 2017-03-29 14:32:19 | 88.19 | 92% |
| 2396 | 2017-02-24 19:02:53 | 83.68 | 91% |
| 1033 | 2016-10-28 15:09:15 | 86.86 | 93% |