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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5956 | 2022-06-28 21:15:33 | 101.50 | 98% |
| 1989 | 2021-03-15 17:40:41 | 73.50 | 95% |
| 605 | 2021-01-15 19:18:03 | 72.72 | 95% |