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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3247 | 2022-04-10 11:55:22 | 94.38 | 96% |
| 2747 | 2021-12-18 23:28:59 | 97.72 | 97% |
| 1773 | 2021-10-22 19:12:18 | 98.27 | 97% |
| 133 | 2021-07-09 18:02:30 | 89.34 | 97% |