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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5060 | 2024-09-04 18:28:16 | 135.80 | 97.7% |
| 2495 | 2022-04-13 14:45:30 | 113.20 | 97% |
| 693 | 2021-07-17 14:58:17 | 104.09 | 97% |