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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7708 | 2024-02-09 17:32:06 | 128.99 | 97.3% |
| 6434 | 2023-12-29 03:17:46 | 121.94 | 95.8% |
| 3106 | 2021-09-29 05:42:18 | 111.28 | 97% |
| 883 | 2020-08-14 19:20:13 | 92.51 | 96% |