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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4480 | 2022-04-25 04:58:23 | 173.10 | 98% |
| 3834 | 2022-01-10 21:13:42 | 173.83 | 99% |
| 1989 | 2021-04-02 19:17:12 | 168.49 | 98% |