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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9192 | 2024-03-30 09:02:28 | 98.96 | 96.8% |
| 4911 | 2023-05-21 09:30:19 | 80.44 | 95% |
| 2236 | 2022-06-07 04:26:39 | 77.63 | 96% |
| 96 | 2021-11-24 05:55:54 | 51.88 | 94% |