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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7068 | 2024-07-24 14:08:05 | 92.53 | 96.4% |
| 6816 | 2023-08-09 10:48:03 | 107.34 | 97.7% |
| 959 | 2021-06-24 16:44:59 | 78.25 | 96% |