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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2664 | 2024-07-07 13:09:22 | 129.30 | 98.5% |
| 2198 | 2021-11-07 09:35:40 | 125.65 | 97% |
| 1975 | 2021-10-07 02:46:34 | 130.87 | 97% |
| 505 | 2020-11-07 13:50:27 | 80.89 | 95% |