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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3094 | 2024-08-05 23:51:54 | 120.49 | 98.2% |
| 2741 | 2024-06-05 22:50:37 | 124.45 | 99.7% |
| 1546 | 2022-04-09 09:15:29 | 115.87 | 98% |