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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2250 | 2022-03-29 13:52:04 | 85.43 | 98% |
| 841 | 2021-02-02 14:53:23 | 72.84 | 96.3% |
| 303 | 2020-10-29 15:17:57 | 69.98 | 96% |