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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1887 | 2024-12-10 19:52:02 | 120.48 | 99.2% |
| 1544 | 2023-05-09 01:55:07 | 122.25 | 98% |
| 303 | 2021-07-10 16:02:06 | 47.48 | 96% |