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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4802 | 2023-11-22 21:18:48 | 82.43 | 96.9% |
| 3649 | 2023-07-12 07:32:54 | 70.32 | 95% |
| 2480 | 2023-06-14 09:50:05 | 75.96 | 96% |
| 361 | 2023-03-27 10:14:15 | 67.24 | 95% |