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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5383 | 2024-03-14 23:12:26 | 96.62 | 97.5% |
| 3833 | 2023-06-27 07:07:22 | 102.39 | 98% |
| 3198 | 2023-04-03 23:03:26 | 93.71 | 98% |
| 1085 | 2021-05-29 17:34:01 | 70.71 | 98% |