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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2254 | 2022-03-28 00:16:35 | 80.57 | 98% |
| 1260 | 2021-06-05 14:38:11 | 71.84 | 97% |
| 741 | 2021-05-16 01:45:17 | 65.44 | 96% |