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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2724 | 2024-05-08 10:36:55 | 98.01 | 98.4% |
| 2440 | 2024-01-23 18:42:39 | 98.24 | 99% |
| 623 | 2019-02-21 20:52:41 | 106.58 | 99% |