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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3792 | 2024-02-06 14:23:56 | 100.87 | 98% |
| 3538 | 2023-12-10 14:16:12 | 93.23 | 96.7% |
| 295 | 2019-01-01 00:43:39 | 61.78 | 95% |