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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3039 | 2023-10-05 16:56:30 | 155.56 | 100% |
| 2837 | 2023-10-03 21:14:51 | 138.94 | 98.4% |
| 938 | 2023-09-11 03:12:56 | 112.82 | 98% |