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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6268 | 2023-04-02 15:09:45 | 84.77 | 99% |
| 3216 | 2022-10-06 16:31:04 | 71.70 | 98% |
| 448 | 2022-03-25 17:00:20 | 67.59 | 99% |