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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14444 | 2023-04-08 22:47:34 | 112.45 | 96% |
| 12950 | 2022-05-05 20:29:59 | 135.05 | 98% |
| 7752 | 2021-08-19 21:06:00 | 147.31 | 100% |