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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4434 | 2023-02-16 13:59:02 | 122.41 | 99% |
| 2063 | 2020-01-29 00:51:32 | 109.81 | 97% |
| 1688 | 2020-01-02 00:55:46 | 106.63 | 98% |
| 55 | 2015-05-29 22:29:19 | 91.35 | 94% |