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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10369 | 2023-07-22 13:34:27 | 68.90 | 97% |
| 6481 | 2022-03-09 17:32:03 | 71.49 | 97% |
| 5501 | 2021-10-09 20:46:57 | 65.36 | 97% |