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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6372 | 2023-12-24 12:54:36 | 80.39 | 98.4% |
| 4004 | 2022-09-24 15:52:52 | 79.49 | 98% |
| 1946 | 2022-01-03 15:09:48 | 68.27 | 96% |
| 283 | 2021-06-11 14:51:49 | 60.01 | 97% |