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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20221 | 2024-02-07 04:57:35 | 121.17 | 98.2% |
| 8571 | 2020-03-25 11:56:26 | 106.29 | 97% |
| 6560 | 2020-01-05 01:12:57 | 92.45 | 96% |