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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3614 | 2024-03-19 03:49:07 | 83.40 | 97.5% |
| 2743 | 2022-01-10 02:31:56 | 78.29 | 97% |
| 785 | 2021-08-18 03:49:34 | 57.37 | 95% |