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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1981 | 2023-12-04 08:30:11 | 97.86 | 95.9% |
| 1613 | 2023-09-30 20:38:21 | 111.66 | 97.5% |
| 657 | 2023-02-15 20:15:19 | 87.55 | 95% |