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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6108 | 2022-03-06 16:04:31 | 78.97 | 97% |
| 4452 | 2021-08-27 06:29:00 | 68.06 | 97% |
| 4232 | 2021-06-15 05:08:08 | 73.31 | 98% |