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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9615 | 2022-04-17 19:01:25 | 82.75 | 96% |
| 8467 | 2021-10-03 10:56:22 | 88.80 | 97% |
| 1255 | 2020-11-02 12:40:43 | 56.89 | 93% |