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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1420 | 2023-08-21 20:18:52 | 71.69 | 96% |
| 1127 | 2023-03-26 23:20:51 | 75.86 | 96% |
| 533 | 2022-09-21 16:44:42 | 85.88 | 97% |