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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4793 | 2024-07-09 03:34:10 | 78.81 | 96.8% |
| 3586 | 2023-12-08 09:23:32 | 80.68 | 97.4% |
| 1928 | 2023-03-06 04:53:55 | 76.69 | 97% |
| 227 | 2022-06-16 04:22:35 | 74.33 | 97% |