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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9048 | 2024-10-01 20:56:10 | 81.87 | 98.4% |
| 4859 | 2019-01-31 22:05:23 | 88.61 | 98% |
| 4829 | 2019-01-29 22:00:53 | 83.68 | 99% |
| 3865 | 2018-10-21 21:43:37 | 87.80 | 99% |
| 3114 | 2018-08-30 22:16:10 | 86.15 | 98% |