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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2938 | 2022-11-15 01:27:42 | 110.10 | 98% |
| 2334 | 2022-08-12 01:37:40 | 114.11 | 98% |
| 2001 | 2022-06-27 04:26:49 | 107.34 | 97% |