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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2411 | 2023-11-29 12:09:56 | 65.49 | 96.1% |
| 2142 | 2023-05-12 04:22:03 | 49.19 | 96% |
| 1235 | 2022-11-14 14:51:45 | 57.33 | 96% |