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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1697 | 2023-05-03 21:03:29 | 108.65 | 99% |
| 996 | 2019-02-25 21:19:37 | 105.45 | 99% |
| 887 | 2019-02-12 15:53:25 | 107.17 | 99% |