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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2237 | 2024-01-28 12:35:24 | 101.76 | 97.1% |
| 1811 | 2023-11-25 16:25:46 | 111.72 | 97.6% |
| 450 | 2023-06-02 04:47:52 | 92.51 | 96% |