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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11054 | 2022-06-24 08:59:36 | 94.10 | 97% |
| 8843 | 2021-03-17 13:53:49 | 93.41 | 95% |
| 4966 | 2020-07-02 12:56:31 | 79.63 | 96% |