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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8237 | 2024-03-14 00:04:05 | 97.33 | 96.2% |
| 3556 | 2021-09-28 11:28:48 | 77.25 | 95% |
| 3423 | 2021-09-15 07:52:01 | 75.17 | 96% |