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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6188 | 2022-08-07 12:16:34 | 115.61 | 99% |
| 1289 | 2021-02-12 05:44:10 | 78.95 | 96% |
| 1029 | 2021-01-31 13:13:02 | 79.64 | 96.9% |