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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4813 | 2024-05-25 04:02:19 | 78.84 | 98% |
| 4739 | 2023-11-10 04:26:44 | 75.12 | 97.7% |
| 3683 | 2022-08-17 04:54:41 | 69.20 | 98% |